With that he said something to La Cibot in a voice so low that the others could not catch it, and went down after the two dealers to the porter’s room.
“Have they gone, Mme. Cibot?” asked the unhappy Pons, when she came back again.
“Gone?... who?” asked she.
“Those men.”
“What men? There, now, you have seen men,” said she. “You have just had a raving fit; if it hadn’t been for me you would have gone out the window, and now you are still talking of men in the room. Is it always to be like this?”
“What! was there not a gentleman here just now, saying that my relatives had sent him?”
“Will you still stand me out?” said she. “Upon my word, do you know where you ought to be sent?—To the asylum at Charenton. You see men—”
“Elie Magus, Remonencq, and—”
“Oh! as for Remonencq, you may have seen him, for he came up to tell me that my poor Cibot is so bad that I must clear out of this and come down. My Cibot comes first, you see. When my husband is ill, I can think of nobody else. Try to keep quiet and sleep for a couple of hours; I have sent for Dr. Poulain, and I will come up with him.... Take a drink and be good—”
“Then was there no one in the room just now, when I waked?...”