Yes, I feel it. You have seen him, and you do not dare to tell me for fear it would kill me. DR. PELLERIN Ah, the fever is coming back again. This must not go on. I don't wish you to be delirious when he comes. [_Turns to_ Mme. Flache.] We must give her a hypodermic injection. Give me the morphia. [Mme. Flache _brings the needle and morphia, from the mantelpiece and gives it to_ Dr. Pellerin.] MUSOTTE [_uncovers her own arm_] But for this relief, I do not know how I should have borne up during the last few days. [Dr. Pellerin _administers the hypodermic_.] DR. PELLERIN Now, you must go to sleep; I forbid you to speak. I won't answer you, and I tell you of a certainty that in a quarter of an hour Jean will be here. [Musotte _stretches herself out obediently upon the couch and goes to sleep_.] LA BABIN [_silently replaces the screen which hides_ Musotte] How she sleeps! What a benediction that drug is! But I don't want any of it. It scares me; it is a devil's potion. [_Sits near the cradle and reads a newspaper_.] MME. FLACHE [_in a low voice to_ Dr. Pellerin] Oh, the poor girl, what misery! DR. PELLERIN [_in the same tone_] Yes, she is a brave girl. It is some time since I first met her with Jean Martinel, who gave her three years of complete happiness. She has a pure and simple soul. MME. FLACHE Well, will this Monsieur Martinel come? DR. PELLERIN I think so. He is a man of feeling, but it is a difficult thing for him to leave his wife and his people on such a day as this. MME. FLACHE It certainly is a most extraordinary case. A veritable _fiasco_. DR. PELLERIN It is, indeed. MME. FLACHE [_changes her tone_] Where have you been just now? You did not put on evening dress and a white cravat to go and see a patient? DR. PELLERIN I went to see the first part of the Montargy ballet danced. MME. FLACHE [_interested, and leaning upon the edge of the table_] And was it good? Tell me. DR. PELLERIN [_sits_ L. _of table_] It was very well danced. MME. FLACHE The new directors do things in style, don't they? DR. PELLERIN Jeanne Merali and Gabrielle Poivrier are first class. MME. FLACHE Poivrier--the little Poivrier--is it possible! As to Merali I am not so much astonished; although she is distinctly ugly, she has her good points. And how about Mauri? DR. PELLERIN Oh, a marvel--an absolute marvel, who dances as no one else can. A human bird with limbs for wings. It was absolute perfection. MME. FLACHE Are you in love with her? DR. PELLERIN Oh, no; merely an admirer. You know how I worship the dance. MME. FLACHE And the _danseuses_ also, at times. [_Lowering her eyes._] Come, have you forgotten? DR. PELLERIN One can never forget artists of your worth, my dear. MME. FLACHE You are simply teasing me. DR. PELLERIN I only do you justice. You know that formerly, when I was a young doctor, I had for you a very ardent passion which lasted six weeks. Tell me, don't you regret the time of the grand _fête_?