Tossing about in his bed.
It is so hard to breathe.
JEANNE
My dear——
EMIL GRELIEU
No, that's nothing. The night is tormenting me. Jeanne, was I dreaming, or have I really heard cannonading?
JEANNE
You really heard it, at about five o'clock. But very far away, Emil—it was hardly audible. Close your eyes, my dear, rest yourself.
Silence
MAURICE