"What are you drinking there?"
"An infusion of linden leaves."
"Do you think that that stuff will ever bring back your strength?"
"My doctor says that it's an excellent thing. It's very soothing."
"It seems to me that you are quite calm enough. Look you, count, I haven't much confidence in your doctor."
"But, you see, he has cured my wound."
"Your wound would have healed of itself; that wasn't a disease; but now, instead of giving you something to build you up, he puts you on herb tea and slops; he treats you like a child!"
"Perhaps you are right, dear lady. It's a fact that he is keeping me to this diet a good while, on the pretext that I must be prudent."
"If you listen to him, you'll be under the same treatment six months hence. But enough of that subject; I am intrusted with a singular errand to you."
"What is it, dear lady?"