“Wait but a minute,” whispered Gerard; and then aloud: “I will you see directly, good Pascal. It is my faithful fellow in some trouble about me, Gabrielle.”
“Then let us go in. Ah, here is Lucette,” she added, as Lucette, looking very troubled, came out of the maison. “How is Denys, Lucette?”
“He was better for some time, but the fever seems to have come back upon him. The surgeon has seen him again, and given him a potion, and he is now asleep.”
“He should be carefully watched all night, never left for a moment,” declared Gerard quickly, remembering de Proballe’s threatening words. “You will see to this, mademoiselle.”
“The surgeon says he will sleep until the morning, and will need no more till then,” answered Lucette.
“Let him be watched. At need I, or Pascal here, will remain by his bedside.”
“By your leave, monsieur, that were not well;” and Lucette spoke so sharply that all looked at her.
“What mean you, Lucette?” asked Gabrielle.
“Denys has, for causes that may be plain afterward, conceived a violent dislike toward Monsieur de Cobalt; and if he woke and found him by the bedside, it might be very ill indeed.”
“But I have never set eyes on him until to-day, mademoiselle.”