"To be sure these men that storm cities, and fire cannon, and cut and hack one another with so much spirit, are poor creatures compared with us when they have to lie quiet and suffer." The doctor walked the room in great excitement.

"It is not his wound that is killing him, there's something on his mind.

You, Josephine, with your instincts do help me: do pray, for pity's sake, throw off that sublime indifference you have manifested all along to this man's fate." "She has not," cried the baroness, firing up.

"Did I not see her lining his dressing-gown for him?
and she inspects everything that he eats: do you not ?" "Yes, mother." She then suggested in a faltering voice that time would cure the patient, and time alone.
"Time! you speak as if time was a quality: time is only a measure of events, favorable or unfavorable; it kills as many as it cures." "Why, you surely would not imply his life is in any danger ?" This was the baroness.
"Madame, if the case was not grave, should I take this unusual step?
I tell you if some change does not take place soon, he will be a dead man in another fortnight.

That is all TIME will do for him." The baroness uttered an exclamation of pity and distress.