The expression of M.de Malouet's countenance terrifies me, and yet he assures me that the physician has not yet pronounced.
* * * * * The doctor has just come out; I have spoken to him.
"It is pneumonia," he told me, "complicated with brain fever." "It is very serious, is it not ?" "Very serious." "But is there any immediate danger ?" "I'll tell you that to-night.

Her condition is so acute that it cannot last long.

Either the crisis must abate or nature must yield." He looked up to heaven and went off.
I know not what is going on within me, my friend--all these blows are striking me in such rapid succession.

It is the lightning! FIVE O'CLOCK P.M.
The old priest whom I have often met at the chateau has been sent for in haste.

He is a friend of Madame de Malouet, a simple old man, full of charity; I dared not question him.