The shrewd practitioner turned this idea over in his mind until a light struck him.
"I have it!" he said to himself.

"This great and good noble does not want to make himself odious to his wife; he'll trust to the vials of the apothecary.

I must warn the lady to see to the food and medicine of her babe." As he turned toward the bed, the count who had opened a closet, stopped him with an imperious gesture, holding out a purse.

Beauvouloir saw within its red silk meshes a quantity of gold, which the count now flung to him contemptuously.
"Though you make me out a villain I am not released from the obligation of paying you like a lord.

I shall not ask you to be discreet.