I have it myself, now and then.

Come to my room, and we'll get the bottles.
So she lighted her candle in the lobby, and with a light and agile step she scaled the stairs, I following; and having found the remedies, we approached Madame's room together.
I think, while we were still at the end of the gallery, Madame heard and divined our approach, for her door suddenly shut, and there was a fumbling at the handle.

But the bolt was out of order.
Lady Knollys tapped at the door, saying--'we'll come in, please, and see you.

I've some remedies, which I'm sure will do you good.' There was no answer; so she opened the door, and we both entered.

Madame had rolled herself in the blue coverlet, and was lying on the bed, with her face buried in the pillow, and enveloped in the covering.
'Perhaps she's asleep ?' said Lady Knollys, getting round to the side of the bed, and stooping over her.
Madame lay still as a mouse.