I then resolved to go up to him at all risks.

The door was closed, but I looked through the keyhole, and saw him so pale and haggard, that believing him very ill, I went and told M.Morrel and then ran on to Mercedes.

They both came immediately, M.Morrel bringing a doctor, and the doctor said it was inflammation of the bowels, and ordered him a limited diet.

I was there, too, and I never shall forget the old man's smile at this prescription.

From that time he received all who came; he had an excuse for not eating any more; the doctor had put him on a diet." The abbe uttered a kind of groan.
"The story interests you, does it not, sir ?" inquired Caderousse.
"Yes," replied the abbe, "it is very affecting." "Mercedes came again, and she found him so altered that she was even more anxious than before to have him taken to her own home.