He said to me, "Remain till I return," and left the room.

He came back with a handful of wild garlic from the box waiting in the hall, but which had not been opened, and placed the flowers amongst the others on and around the bed.

Then he took from his neck, inside his collar, a little gold crucifix, and placed it over the mouth.

He restored the sheet to its place, and we came away.
I was undressing in my own room, when, with a premonitory tap at the door, he entered, and at once began to speak.
"Tomorrow I want you to bring me, before night, a set of post-mortem knives." "Must we make an autopsy ?" I asked.
"Yes and no.

I want to operate, but not what you think.