Madame Renault was making tea and coffee, and punch too.
Gothon, who had taken communion in the morning, kept praying to God, in the corner of her kitchen, that this impious miracle might not succeed.
A certain excitement already prevailed throughout the town, but one did not know whether it should be attributed to the _fete_ of the 15th, or the famous undertaking of the seven wise men of Paris.
By two o'clock on the 16th, encouraging results were obtained.

The skin and muscles had recovered nearly all their suppleness, but the joints were still hard to bend.

The collapsed condition of the walls of the abdomen and the interval between the ribs, still indicated that the viscera were far from having reabsorbed the quantity of water which they had previously lost with Herr Meiser.

A bath was prepared and kept at a temperature of thirty-seven degrees and a half.[3] They left the Colonel in it two hours and a half, taking care to frequently pass over his head a fine sponge soaked with water.
M.Nibor removed him from the bath as soon as the skin, which was filled out sooner than the other tissues, began to assume a whitish tinge and wrinkle slightly.

They kept him until the evening of the 16th in this humid room, where they arranged an apparatus which, from time to time, occasioned a fine rain of a temperature of thirty-seven and a half degrees.