Thencamedinner。ItwastowardsthemiddleofthismealthatGodfreybegantofeelveryillatease。Hefidgeted，helookedtowardsthedoor，hehalfroseandsatdownagain。
“Doyouperchancewishtogoout？“askedthePasteur，whowaskeepinghimunderconstantobservation。
“Whatofitifhedoes？“interruptedMadame。“DidnotMonsieurGodfreyinformusthathewasunwell？Gothen，MonsieurGodfrey。“
“No，notso，“saidthePasteur。“Remainseated。InoneminuteIwillbereadytoaccompanyyou。“
“/MonDieu!/whatfor？“exclaimedMadame。“NeverdidIhearofsuchathing，“whileevenJuliettelookedamazed。