Meantime, the baroness conversed with Aubertin in quite an undertone.
"My friend, look at Josephine.

That girl is ill, or else she is going to be ill." "Neither the one nor the other, madame," said Aubertin, looking her coolly in the face.
"But I say she is.

Is a doctor's eye keener than a mother's ?" "Considerably," replied the doctor with cool and enviable effrontery.
The baroness rose.

"Now, children, for our evening walk.

We shall enjoy it now." "I trust you may: but for all that I must forbid the evening air to one of the party--to Madame Raynal." The baroness came to him and whispered, "That is right.