“A shock—rather sudden—” said my uncle.
The doctor, following the direction of the invalid’s eyes, which were fixed on Jeanne, upright at the foot of the bed, bowed to the young girl, whom he had not at first noticed; turned to me, who blushed like an idiot; then looked again at my uncle, only to see two big tears running down his cheeks.
“Yes, I understand; a pretty stiff shock, eh? At our age we should only be stirred by our recollections, emotions of bygone days, something we’re used to; but our children take care to provide us with fresh ones, eh?”
M. Mouillard’s breast heaved.
“Come, my dear fellow,” proceeded the doctor; “I give you leave to give your future niece one kiss, and that in my presence, that I may be quite sure you don’t abuse the license. After that you must be left quite alone; no more excitement, perfect rest.”
Jeanne came forward and raised the invalid’s head.
“Will you give me a kiss, uncle?”
She offered him her rosy cheek.
“With all my heart,” said my uncle as he kissed her; “good girl—dear girl.”
Then he melted into tears, and hid his face in his pillow.