All were deeply affected.

Some of the women wept.

When M.Cambray concluded his recital, the marquis grasped both his hands, and, pressing them warmly, said in a trembling voice: "Thanks, many thanks, you brave, good man! We will never forget your kindness." One of the physicians now came from the boudoir, and announced that the countess was better, and desired to speak to the deliverer of her child.
The countess was reclining on an ottoman, half buried in luxurious cushions.

Her little daughter was kneeling by her side, her head resting on her mother's knee.

It was a charming tableau.
"I am not able to express my gratitude, monsieur," began the countess, in a faint voice, extending both hands toward M.Cambray.