I turned away, and feigned to be overcome by gratitude.
'I have no words--to thank you!' I muttered presently.

'I am a little shaken this morning.

I--pardon me.' 'We will leave you for a while,' Mademoiselle de Cocheforet said in gentle pitying tones.

'The air will revive you.

Louis shall call you when we go to dinner, M.de Barthe.