"I am thankful it was nothing serious. But how have you passed the day? You were asleep this morning, and I would not wake you. You know how much solicitude I always feel about your health, but it is even more precious to me than ever now," he added, smiling tenderly upon her.
Jenny slipped her little frail white hand into her husband's.
"What courage your love gives me," she murmured, softly. "Thanks to that, I can even bear suffering bravely."
"Then you have not been feeling as well as usual to-day?" exclaimed Yvon, anxiously. "Tell me, Jenny, why didn't you send for the doctor?"
"I did not need to, for have I not a great and learned physician in whom I have perfect confidence, and who I am sure will not refuse me any attention I ask?"
"Yes, I understand. I am that great and learned physician, I suppose."
"And could I select a more careful and devoted one?"
"No, certainly not; so go on and consult me, Jenny."
"My dear Yvon, though I have not undergone any very severe suffering to-day, I have experienced and I still experience a sort of vague uneasiness, as well as an unusual depression of spirits. Oh, don't be alarmed, it is nothing serious; besides, you can cure me completely if you will, my beloved doctor."
"How? Tell me at once."