That done he would have risen, but that La Boulaye, entering at that moment, insisted that he should remain abed.
"Are you mad ?" the Deputy expostulated, "or is it that you do not appreciate the nature of your hurt?
Diable! I have known a man die through insisting to be about with a cracked skull that was as nothing to yours." "Name of a name!" gasped Charlot, who in such matters was profoundly ignorant and correspondingly credulous.

"Is it so serious ?" "Not serious if you lie still and sleep.

You will probably be quite well by to-morrow.

But if you move to-night the consequences may well be fatal." "But I cannot sleep at this hour," the Captain complained.

"I am very wakeful." "We will try to find you a sleeping potion, then," said La Boulaye.
"I hope the hosteen may have something that will answer the purpose.
Meanwhile, Guyot, do not allow the Captain to talk.