"She's moaning. Who knows what she is still suffering?"
"Has she spoken?"
"No."
"She must not be disturbed in the least; remember that."
"Just now she opened her eyes for a moment. She did not seem to see anything."
The doctor entered the alcove, after having made a sign for us to remain where we were. My mother said to me:
"Come. It is time to renew the compresses. Come quickly. Let us go and see little Raymond. Federico is downstairs."
She took my hand. I let myself be led.
"He has fallen asleep," she continued. "He sleeps quietly. The wet-nurse will arrive this evening."
However sad and anxious she was when speaking of Juliana, she had a smile in her eyes when speaking of the infant. Her entire face was lit up by tenderness.