“'See here, Jean, what's the matter with you? Are you ill?'
“He replied:
“'No, no, M'sieu le Baron. There's nothing the matter with me.'
“He grew thin; he broke glasses and let plates fall when waiting on the table. We thought he must have been attacked by some nervous affection, and sent for the doctor, who thought he could detect symptoms of spinal disease. Then my father, full of anxiety about his faithful man-servant, decided to place him in a private hospital. When the poor fellow heard of my father's intentions he made a clean breast of it.
“'M'sieu le Baron'
“'Well, my boy?'
“'You see, the thing I want is not physic.'
“'Ha! what is it, then?'
“'It's marriage!'
“My father turned round and stared at him in astonishment.