"Will he regain consciousness?"
"It is possible—probable."
Dossonville frowned.
"How long will he live?"
"Not beyond the day."
Desiring to prevent all communication with the outer world, Dossonville said, with a quick resolve:
"Then I shall be forced to establish a guard. The Citoyen Javogues is under arrest."
Turning to Sans-Chagrin, he gave orders to allow no one to enter—a command which had the desired effect of hastening the departure of the doctor. Approaching the bed, Dossonville became aware of the figure at its side, drooped over an arm of the invalid that hung down.
"Mordieu! what's this?" he cried; and placing his hand on the shoulder, he shook it.
The bundle resolved itself into the wild figure of a girl.