Her hand was now nearly well.

Justine had nerves, and it appeared to me that her efforts to please her mistress, and her occasional failures, were wearing her unduly.

I said to her: "You have been worried, Miss Caron ?" "Oh, no, Doctor," she quickly replied.
I looked at her a little sceptically, and she said at last: "Well, perhaps a little.

You see, madame did not sleep well last night, and I read to her.

It was a little difficult, and there was not much choice of books." "What did you read ?" I asked mechanically, as I prepared her medicine.
"Oh, some French novel first--De Maupassant's; but madame said he was impertinent--that he made women fools and men devils.