Doctor Jemma entered.
"I was on my way; I met your man. What has happened?"
Without waiting for an answer he went up to my brother, who still held Raymond in his arms; he took the child, examined him, became serious.
"He must be undressed," he said.
And he put him on the nurse's bed, and helped my mother to remove his clothes.
The little naked body appeared. It was of the same clayey color as the face. The limbs hung flaccid, inert. The doctor's fat hand felt the skin in several places.
"Do something for him, doctor," begged my mother. "Save him!"
But the doctor seemed irresolute. He felt the pulse, put his ear to the chest, and murmured:
"A spasm of the heart.... Impossible."
He asked: