“Well, the physical cure will soon follow. Once sound in mind, you will be sound in body within a week.”
“Thanks, doctor.”
“And, to begin, you must leave this place.”
“I am ready immediately.”
“Oh, we will not be rash; we will wait till this evening. Where will you go?”
“Anywhere—to the end of the world if you like.”
“That is too far for a first journey; we will content ourselves with Versailles. I have a house there where you shall go to-night.”
Accordingly, that evening the four valets, who had been so rudely repulsed before, carried him to his carriage. The king had been hunting all day; Charny felt somewhat uneasy at leaving without apprizing him; but the doctor promised to make his excuses.
Andrée, concealed behind her curtains, saw the carriage drive off.
“If he resumes his desire to die,” thought the doctor, “at least it will not be in my rooms, and under my care.”