Presently Mlle. Hasparren came back and sat down again by the bed. She
looked perfectly self-possessed and exactly as usual, which gave Marise
the most inexpressible comfort. She said that the doctor was there, had
seen Jeanne and that she was not dying at all, not likely to, but had
simply had a partial stroke of paralysis, such as often happened to
people of her age--nothing in the least unusual about it. Jeanne was so
old, that any little thing might bring on a stroke of this sort and she
had worked so valiantly all her life, she was really older than her age.
She and Isabelle and the doctor had got Jeanne undressed and in her own
bed, and now she would be all right, only she had made them understand
that she wanted to see Marise. The doctor had told her that she mustn't
see any one, but she had become so agitated that he thought it best to
humor her. "Only, of course, poor thing, she can't say a word that any
one can understand. It's just an old woman's whim." Marise thought to
herself that it might be more than an old woman's whim, and getting up
at once went with Mlle. Hasparren into the room where Jeanne lay on the
bed. The doctor was on one side; on the other was Isabelle, half
frightened and half delighted with the excitement; a visit from gallant
sergents de ville, and from the doctor all in one day!
Jeanne motioned them all out with her one arm, and only when the door
had closed after them, did she beckon Marise to her. She did not try to
speak now. She only looked at the girl, with a terrible concentration,
and put her finger to her lips.
"Do you mean, Jeanne?" whispered Marise, her lips trembling, "that I am
not to tell any one?"
Jeanne closed her eyes rapidly in assent.
"Oh, no, no, _no_," cried the poor child. "Of course not, never, never,
never!"
But the old woman was not satisfied. She reached out for Marise's hand
and drew her close, her eyes burning in her disfigured face. She struck
her lips repeatedly with her fingers, as though, try as she might, she
could not express the urgency of her command.
"No one--no one at all?" asked Marise, and then with a gasp, "Not even
Papa?"
At this Jeanne's eyes leaped up to a hotter flame of intensity.
"No! no! no!" they cried to Marise. "No!"
Marise thought she understood, and hanging her head she said in a low
shamed voice, "Oh, no, of course, I see."
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