Approaching, the King knew her at last and exclaimed with a shudder:
“Again? this is an unheard-of thing! when people have such maladies, they ought to shut themselves up! it is not proper to go dying all over the house and grounds at all hours of the day and night.”
And on he went, grumbling all sorts of disagreeable things against poor Andrea. Jussieu did not understand the allusion, but seeing Gilbert in fear and anxiety, he said:
“Come along, Gilbert; you are stronger; carry Mdlle. de Taverney to her lodgings.”
“I?” protested Gilbert, quivering; “She would never forgive me for touching her. No, never!”
And off he ran, calling for help.
When the gardeners and some servants came up, they transported the girl to her rooms where they left her in the hands of her father.
But from another point arrived the Dauphiness, who had heard of the disaster from the King, and who not only came but brought her physician.
Dr. Louis was a young man, but he was intelligent.
“Your highness,” he reported to his patroness, “the young lady’s malady is quite natural and not usually dangerous.”