And, without any false modesty, Mademoiselle Annette unbuttoned her dress and bared her breast. At that moment we could examine it without any risk to her, for the thought that the poor girl was in pain put all other thoughts to flight. Under the left breast there was a purple spot, with a yellowish circle all about it. Balloquet frowned and his face became grave and sad; I believed that I could divine his thought and I turned my head away; the sight was too distressing. The girl meanwhile smiled a wan sort of smile, and said:
"That was a famous blow I got, wasn't it, monsieur?"
"Yes, mademoiselle, yes."
The doctor put his finger on the purple spot.
"Does that hurt?" he asked.
"Oh, yes!"
"And that?"
"Yes!"
"And that?"
"Oh! yes, it does!"