MME. FLACHE
She has rested a little.
MUSOTTE [in an agitated voice]
All is over! I feel that I shall not rest any more until he comes, or until I depart without having seen him.
DR. PELLERIN
He will come if you will go to sleep immediately and sleep until to-morrow morning.
MUSOTTE
You would not have written to him to come this evening if I had been able to wait until to-morrow morning. [The bell rings.] If that is not he, I am lost—lost! [Mme. Flache runs to open the door. Musotte listens intently, and hears from below a man's voice; then murmurs despairingly.] It is not he!
MME. FLACHE [re-enters with a vial in her hand]
It is the medicine from the chemist.