She thrust back her hair from her temples, and for a moment remained with her hands to her forehead and her eyes fixed, seeming still to reflect.

Then, she sprang to the carpet.

Her limbs were shivering, and red with fever; large livid patches marbled her skin, which had become wrinkled in places as if she had lost flesh.

She had grown older.
Suzanne, on entering the room, was struck with surprise to find her up.

In a placid, drawling tone, she advised her to go to bed again, and continue resting.