"Who's that?" he demanded.
It sounded like a conspiracy of some sort, so he tried again to make his elbow. Mademoiselle appeared promptly, and, again placing her hand beneath his neck, lowered him once more to his pillow.
"Turn up the light, will you?" requested Monte.
"But certainly not," answered the nurse. "Monsieur is to lie very quiet and sleep."
"I can't sleep."
"Perhaps it will help monsieur to be quiet if he knows his fiancée is in the next room."
Momentarily this announcement appeared to have directly the opposite effect.
"My what?" gasped Monte.
"Monsieur's fiancée. With her maid, she is occupying the next apartment in order to be near monsieur. If you are very quiet to-night, it is possible that to-morrow the doctor will permit you to see her."
"Was that she who came in and whispered to you?"