“Trouva la porte fermée,
Par la fenêtre il entra,”
was the songster’s next equally appropriate announcement.
“I will go at once to the village and get a febrifuge of some kind,” said Suzon, making for the door. “I will not be long.”
And Mme de Trélan was left, to be greeted with the nightingale’s message:
“Bonjour l’une, bonjour l’autre,
Bonjour la belle que voilà!
Votre amant m’envoie vous dire
Que vous ne l’oubliez pas!”
“Child,” she said, sitting down and laying her hand on the hot forehead, “you could put your strength to so much better use!”