"Oh! it will be nothing, monsieur le comte; mademoiselle coughed a little in the night, and this morning she has a little fever; but it will not amount to anything; children fall sick very quickly, but they get well as quickly."
"Is she in pain?"
"No, monseigneur; she has already asked to get up, and to come to see you."
"What! does she really think of me?"
"Oh! since she has been coming here, you are her first thought, after she has kissed her mother."
"Dear child!"
"But as mademoiselle is feverish, it would be imprudent to allow her to rise."
"Yes, it must not be. And her—her mother is with her, I presume?"
"Madame does not leave mademoiselle for an instant; especially as when she is ill mademoiselle is not always very good about taking her medicine. But when her mamma says to her: 'You must take this, my child!' then she obeys instantly."
"It is well; go; let them send the doctor to me when he has seen Blanche."