Let us go into your bed-room.

Two walls are better than one." When the lamp had been placed on the table and they found themselves seated face to face in that bare, faded bed-chamber, Pierre noticed that the secretary was suffering from a more violent attack of fever than usual.

His thin puny figure was shivering from head to foot, and his ardent eyes had never before blazed so blackly in his ravaged, yellow face.

"Are you poorly ?" asked Pierre.

"I don't want to tire you." "Poorly, yes, I am on fire--but I want to talk.