A _garde malade_ was requisitioned as the nurse had been rather overworked.
Terrible offices had to be carried out into which I need not enter.
Reggie was a perfect wreck.
He and I slept at the Hotel d'Alsace that night in a room upstairs.

We were called twice by the nurse, who thought Oscar was actually dying.
About 5.30 in the morning a complete change came over him, the lines of the face altered, and I believe what is called the death rattle began, but I had never heard anything like it before; it sounded like the horrible turning of a crank, and it never ceased until the end.

His eyes did not respond to the light test any longer.

Foam and blood came from his mouth, and had to be wiped away by someone standing by him all the time.

At 12 o'clock I went out to get some food, Reggie mounting guard.
He went out at 12.30.From 1 o'clock we did not leave the room; the painful noise from the throat became louder and louder.