Saniel took his instruments and followed the laborer, who, on the way, explained his wife’s condition.
“Where are we going?” Saniel asked, interrupting these explanations.
“Rue de la Corderie.”
It was behind the Saint Honore’ market, on the sixth floor, under the roof, in a room that was perfectly clean, in spite of its poverty. As soon as Saniel entered the nurse came forward, and in a few words told him the woman’s trouble.
“Is the child living?”
“Yes.”
“That is well; let us see.”
He approached the bed and made a careful examination of the patient, who kept repeating:
“I am going to die. Save me, doctor!”
“Certainly, we shall save you,” he said, very softly. “I promise you.”