Once again she spoke to me as she was going by.
"I inspire you with horror, don't I ?" she said.
I shook my head and dropped my eyes without replying.
We returned to the chateau at about four o'clock.

I was making my way to my room when a confused tumult of voices, shrieks, and hurried steps in the vestibule chilled my heart.

I went down again in all haste, and I was informed that Madame de Palme had just been taken with a nervous fit.

She had been carried into the parlor.

I recognized through the door the grave and gentle voice of Madame de Malouet, to which was mingled I know not what moan, like that of a sick child.