“NowIwillrunandcalltheporter，“saidSimon，hurriedly；“heshallsendsomeonetotheHotelDieu，andbringaphysicianformypoor，dear，sickJeanneMarie。“
Hehastenedout，andturnedback，afterafewminutes，withthereportthattheporterhimselfhadgonetobringadoctor，andthathelpwouldcomeatonce。
“Nonsense!“criedJeanneMarie；“nodoctorcanhelpme，andthereisnothingatallthatIwant。Onlygivemesomethingtodrink，Simon，formythroatburnslikefire，andthencalllittleCapetin，forinhisdarkroomhiseyesglistenlikestars，andIcannotbearthem。“
Simonshookhisheadsadly；and，whileholdingaglassofcoldwatertoherlips，hesaidtohimself：“JeanneMarieisreallysick!Shehasafever!Butwemustdowhatsheorders，elseitwillcometodelirium，andshemightbecomeinsane。“
Andwithaloudvoicehecalled，“Capet，Capet!comehere，comehere!youviper，youwolf’scub，comehere!“