"Oh, yes! you are very agreeable, when you are not in too much pain; you always have stories and adventures to tell us.—But how are you feeling this morning?"
"Still about the same; a little better, perhaps."
"No, I see by your face that you suffered terribly during the night, that you are suffering still!"
"No; when you are here, I suffer less."
"Very well; then you should let me pass the night with you, as I wanted to."
"God forbid that you should go without sleep on my account, and be sick again perhaps. I won't have it; and besides, my dear neighbor, there's nothing to be done for the disease that I have—one simply must know how to suffer."
"I don't believe that myself; there must be remedies for everything. Drink this now. Here, sweeten it to suit yourself."
"This is strange; this sugar-bowl is full, and yet I remember that there were only a few pieces in it yesterday."
Violette turned her face away as she replied:
"Oh! you were—you had some more—in a paper, and I put it with the other."