"Some drops which I take at dinner ... the drops which you prescribed for me, you know, doctor."
"Yes," said Dr. Guéroult, "but that medicine has no taste of any kind.... You know it hasn't, Jeanne, for you have been taking it for a fortnight and this is the first time...."
"Quite right," said the girl, "and this does have a taste.... There—oh!—my mouth is still burning."
Dr. Guéroult now took a sip from the cup;
"Faugh!" he exclaimed, spitting it out again. "There's no mistake about it...."
Lupin, on his side, was examining the bottle containing the medicine; and he asked:
"Where is this bottle kept in the daytime?"
But Jeanne was unable to answer. She had put her hand to her heart and, wan-faced, with staring eyes, seemed to be suffering great pain:
"It hurts ... it hurts," she stammered.
The two men quickly carried her to her room and laid her on the bed: