"Come, friend," said he, "be calm."
"Let me alone! let me alone!" cried Tinguy. "I must get up; they want me at Montaigu."
"No, dear Tinguy," said Bertha, "no; they are not expecting you just yet."
"Yes, mademoiselle; yes, they are! It was for to-night. Who will go from house to house and carry the news if I'm not there?"
"Hush, Tinguy, hush!" said Bertha; "remember you are ill, and Doctor Roger is here."
"Doctor Roger, is one of us, mademoiselle; we can talk before him. He knows they are waiting for me; he knows I must get up at once. I must go to Montaigu."
Doctor Roger and the young girl looked at each other.
"Massa," said the doctor.
"Marseille," replied Bertha.
And then, with a spontaneous movement, they shook hands.