Some assistance being needed, he demanded it of the cook, a robust, strong-armed woman; but she, the portress, and the nurse instantly fled.

I did not like to touch that small, tortured limb, but thinking there was no alternative, my hand was already extended to do what was requisite.

I was anticipated; Madame Beck had put out her own hand: hers was steady while mine trembled.
"Ca vaudra mieux," said the doctor, turning from me to her.
He showed wisdom in his choice.

Mine would have been feigned stoicism, forced fortitude.

Hers was neither forced nor feigned.
"Merci, Madame; tres bien, fort bien!" said the operator when he had finished.