Two or three days! We will see to-morrow.
The nights are terribly hot; I suffer for his sake.
I come to see him in the evening for the last time, and encourage him to sleep. But his eyes are wide open in the night and I feel that they are anxiously fixed on mine.
Fever makes his voice tremble.
"How can I sleep with all the things I am thinking about?"
Then he adds faintly:
"Must you? Must you?"
The darkness gives me courage, and I nod my head: "Yes!"
As I finish his dressings, I speak from the depths of my heart:
"Leglise, we will put you to sleep to-morrow. We will make an examination without letting you suffer, and we will do what is necessary."