He lies with his eyes open, talking sometimes to himself, but I cannot make out any sense in what he says.

The doctor has been here this morning, and he says that he thinks another two days will decide.

If he does not take a turn then he will die.

If he does, he may live, but even then he may not get his reason again.

Poor young fellow! I feel for him almost as if he were my son, and so does Jacques." "You are both very good, madame," Harry said, "and my friend is fortunate indeed to have fallen into such good hands.