But, just as he was about to speak, shouts were heard in the gallery outside.
Waldemar left the room and returned:
"It's the mad girl, Sire. They won't let her pass."
"Let her come in." cried Lupin, eagerly. "She must come in, Sire."
At a sign from the Emperor, Waldemar went out to fetch Isilda.
Her entrance caused a general stupefaction. Her pale face was covered with dark blotches. Her distorted features bore signs of the keenest suffering. She panted for breath, with her two hands clutched against her breast.
"Oh!" cried Lupin, struck with horror.
"What is it?" asked the Emperor.
"Your doctor, Sire. There is not a moment to lose."
He went up to her: