MUSOTTE
Yes, I feel it. You have seen him, and you do not dare to tell me for fear it would kill me.
DR. PELLERIN
Ah, the fever is coming back again. This must not go on. I don't wish you to be delirious when he comes. [Turns to Mme. Flache.] We must give her a hypodermic injection. Give me the morphia. [Mme. Flache brings the needle and morphia, from the mantelpiece and gives it to Dr. Pellerin.]
MUSOTTE [uncovers her own arm]
But for this relief, I do not know how I should have borne up during the last few days. [Dr. Pellerin administers the hypodermic.]
DR. PELLERIN
Now, you must go to sleep; I forbid you to speak. I won't answer you, and I tell you of a certainty that in a quarter of an hour Jean will be here. [Musotte stretches herself out obediently upon the couch and goes to sleep.]
LA BABIN [silently replaces the screen which hides Musotte]
How she sleeps! What a benediction that drug is! But I don't want any of it. It scares me; it is a devil's potion. [Sits near the cradle and reads a newspaper.]