"Pardi! yes, as she don't know whether there's anyone near her, and as just now she thought she was in the country, under the trees."
"I am not a doctor, but no matter, I will go to see this girl, and if I can be of any use to her, I ask nothing better; show me the way."
"Come, bourgeois, we haven't got far to go."
"I can believe that."
Roncherolle followed the young messenger, who ushered him into Violette's room. The attic chamber was not elegant, but it was neat and clean; the furniture was decent and in good condition; in short, nothing in the room indicated poverty, or made the heart ache; on the contrary, there were two large bouquets in two pretty vases.
Roncherolle approached the spotless white bed on which the sick girl lay; she seemed to be in a very agitated sleep. He took one hand which was moist and burning, he felt her pulse, then shook his head, saying:
"The fever is very high, but the skin is not dry; I am glad of that, it is less dangerous."
"You don't like dry skins?"
"I say that I don't think that this fever is dangerous. But what do I see on the mantel?"
"Those are flowers, some of Mamzelle Violette's stock."