I raised her hand reverently to my lips.
"But you are looking worn and ill yourself," she added. "Is anything the matter?"
"Not now," I replied. "But I have been up all night, and--and I am very tired."
"Was this in your professional capacity?"
"Not exactly--and yet partly so. I have been more a looker-on than an active agent--and I have witnessed a frightful death-scene."
She sighed, and shook her head.
"You are not of the stuff that surgeons are made of, fellow-student," she said, kindly. "Instead of prescribing for others, you need some one to prescribe for you. Why, your hand is quite feverish. You should go to bed, and keep quiet for the next twelve hours."
"I will lie down for a couple of hours when Madame Bouïsse is gone; but I must be up and out again at six."
"Nay, that is in three hours."
"I cannot help it. It is my duty."