"Tell me——"
"Monsieur Marot found you in the street near by, after the riot of the 25th of October, and brought you here,—temporarily, you know."
"Monsieur Marot is very good," she murmured.
"Excellent young man!" said the doctor. "A trifle obstinate, but still a very excellent young man, mademoiselle."
The girl was silent for a minute, as if lost in thought.
"Is this his—his bedchamber, doctor?"
"Yes, mademoiselle."
"I must be moved," she said, promptly. "You understand? I must be removed at once. Take me to a hospital, please!"
"Oh, don't excite yourself about it, my child. Soon enough—when you are able."
"What day of the month is——"