She gave him the drink, supporting his head with her arm. It was plain, even to Maggie, that André was in a very bad way.
"Go up stairs, and go to bed now, Maggie. You have been up all night," said he, with a loving glance at her.
"No, mon père, I have no need to go to bed. I have slept on the lounge nearly all night. I feel quite bright, only I'm so sad to think you are sick."
"I shall be well soon. I must be well soon," he added, looking anxiously at her.
"I hope you will be well soon; but it may be several weeks before you are able to go out," replied Maggie, wishing to have him reconciled to his lot as soon as possible.
"Several weeks, Maggie! O, no! I must go to the shop sooner than that."
"You must be very patient, mon père."
"I will be patient, Maggie; but I must go to the shop soon."
"Don't think of the shop yet."
"My poor children! What will become of you? I have no money. I must work, or you will starve, and be turned out of the house because the rent is not paid. Indeed I must go to the shop, Maggie."