'Certainly, Madame.'
'You will not forget?'
'Oh no.'
Madame reminded me twice, in the course of the evening, of my promise. She was very eager on this point. But it is a world of disappointment, influenza, and rheumatics; and next morning Madame was prostrate in her bed, and careless of all things but flannel and James's powder.
Madame was désolée; but she could not raise her head. She only murmured a question.
'For 'ow long time, dear, will Lady Knollys remain?'
'A very few days, I believe.'
'Hélas! 'ow onlucky! maybe to-morrow I shall be better Ouah! my ear. The laudanum, dear cheaile!'
And so our conversation for that time ended, and Madame buried her head in her old red cashmere shawl.