nd as, moreover, he was always so scrupulously
accurate in his descriptions, it is fair to suppose that he
knew of some form of the disease other than that given in
the books. His account probably applies to the period before
it takes the visible form described in the books.

"About conveying her?"

"Bah! she'll seem to be dying, but she won't die. There's life enough
in her to last a hundred years, when the disease is out of her system.
Come, Jacques, drive on! quick,--rue de Monsieur! quick!" he said to his
man.

Godefroid was left on the boulevard gazing stupidly after the cabriolet.

"Who is that queer man in a bearskin?" asked Madame Vauthier, whom
nothing escaped; "is it true, what the man in the cabriolet told me,
that he is one of the greatest doctors in Paris?"

"What is that to you?"

"Oh! nothing at all," she replied, making a face.

"You made a great mistake in not putting yourself on my side," said
Godefroid, returning slowly to the house; "you would have made more out
of me than you will ever get from Barbet and Metivier; from whom, mark
my words, you'll get nothing."

"I am not for them particularly," said Madame Vauthier, shrugging her
shoulders; "Monsieur Barbet is my proprietor, that's all!"

It required two days' persuasion to induce Monsieur Bernard to separate
from his daughter and take her to Chaillot. Godefroid and the old man
made the trip walking on each side of the litter, canopied with blue and
white striped linen, in which was the dear patient, partly bound to a
mattress, so much did her father dread the possible convulsions of
a nervous attack. They started at three o'clock and reached their
destination at five just as evening was coming on. Godefroid paid the
sum demanded for three months' board in advance, being careful to obtain
a receipt for the money. When he went back to pay the bearers of the
litter, he was followed by Monsieur Bernard, who took from beneath the
mattress a bulky package carefully sealed up, and gave it to Godefroid.

"One of these men will fetch you a cab," said the old man; "for you
cannot carry these four volumes under your arm. That is my book; give
it to your reader; he may keep it the whole of the coming week. I shall
stay at least that time in this quarter; for I cannot leave my daughter
in such total abandonment. I trust my grandson; he can take care of our
rooms; especially if you keep an eye on him. If I were what I once was I