And after a quarter of an hour spent over other stories, she ran off, exclaiming that the men's soup was not yet made. Outside, the children were going back to school; a few women were showing themselves at their doors, looking at Madame Hennebeau, who, with lifted finger, was explaining the settlement to her guests. This visit began to stir up the village. The earth-cutting man stopped digging for a moment, and two disturbed fowls took fright in the gardens.
As Maheude returned, she ran against the Levaque woman who had come out to stop Dr. Vanderhaghen, a doctor of the Company, a small hurried man, overwhelmed by work, who gave his advice as he walked.
"Sir," she said, "I can't sleep; I feel ill everywhere. I must tell you about it."
He spoke to them all familiarly, and replied without stopping:
"Just leave me alone; you drink too much coffee."
"And my husband, sir," said Maheude in her turn, "you must come and see him. He always has those pains in his legs."
"It is you who take too much out of him. Just leave me alone!"
The two women were left to gaze at the doctor's retreating back.
"Come in, then," said the Levaque woman, when she had exchanged a despairing shrug with her neighbour. "You know, there is something new. And you will take a little coffee. It is quite fresh."
Maheude refused, but without energy. Well! a drop, at all events, not to disoblige. And she entered.