I do not wish to take advantage of him.

I wish to know if he believes he will be in condition." "Follow me." The vicomte started toward the companionway.
The Chevalier lay in his bunk, in profound slumber.

Breton was dozing over his Rabelais.

The clothes on the hooks moved but slightly.

As the two visitors entered, the lackey lifted his head and placed a finger against his lips.
"He sleeps ?" whispered the vicomte.
Breton nodded, eying d'Herouville with disapproval.
The vicomte stared at the wan face on the pillow.