"Well?"
Her voice had such accents of terror, her reticences were so sad, that I began to tremble like a leaf, seized by a sort of panic, still without understanding what she meant.
"Well?"
"They will be all there; they will be around me.... You understand? You understand? One word would be enough. One never knows what one says when delirious. You should..."
At that moment my mother, the doctor, and the midwife arrived.
"Ah! doctor," sighed Juliana, "I thought I was dying."
"Nonsense!" said the doctor in a reassuring voice. "There is no danger. Everything will be all right."
And he looked at me.
"Your husband," he went on, smiling, "looks worse than you do."
And he showed me the door, saying: