"Drink, then, and return when you are done," said the girl.
After Barahier had done according to Valartine's word, the doorbell rang. Barahier went to answer it.
"That must be the doctor," said Valartine. "Barahier will accompany you to the door," she added to Meurtrier. "And remember, monsieur, never to risk a démarche that may compromise our happiness."
"I have promised to wait, and I shall wait," replied Morrie.
At this moment, Barahier entered.
"Who rang?" asked Valartine.
"Dr. Tolliers," said Barahier, tottering as if barely able to stand.
"Eh bien, what is wrong with you, Barahier?" said Valartine.
The old servant did not reply; but the trembling that seized him increased by degrees; his expression announced a nervous attack of the most intense.
"M. Tolliers, M. Tolliers!" cried Valartine in a strangled voice. "Come to our aid!" Barahier fell at the feet of Dénéthoirtier, crying, "Kind master!"
