"Ah, ah! is that you, Citizen Lorin?" said Simon, thus calling the attention of Fouquier Tinville to the friend of Maurice.
"Myself, Citizen Simon," said Lorin, with his usual nonchalance.
And as Lorin though always ready to face danger was not the man to seek it uselessly, he availed himself of this circumstance to bow to Fouquier Tinville, which salutation was politely returned.
"You observed, I think, Citizen," said the public accuser, "that the child was ill; are you a doctor?"
"I have studied medicine, at least, if I am not a medical man."
"Well, and what do you discover in him?"
"Symptoms of sickness, do you mean?" asked Lorin.
"Yes."
"I find his cheeks and eyes puffed up, his hands thin and white, his knees swollen; and were I to feel his pulse, I should certainly count eighty-five or ninety pulsations in a minute."
The child appeared insensible to the enumeration of his sufferings.