"I heard you sigh just now, my dear boy, so you must still be suffering just as much or more, I fear."
"No; I feel much better."
"You are not saying that merely to reassure me, I hope."
"Take hold of my hand. You know how hot it was awhile ago."
"Yes, it is much cooler now, I see. And your wound, does it still trouble you much?"
"I have a little difficulty in breathing, that is all. The wound itself doesn't amount to much."
"Good Heavens! so a wound in the breast from a dagger is nothing, is it?"
"My dear aunt—"
"What do you want?"
"How is Mlle. Sabine?"