"Yes!"
"Are you sure that in questioning you, as I am about to, I have no other object but to relieve you of uneasiness in relation to the Marquis?"
"I am sure that is the case."
"Well," said the Doctor, placing his thumbs on Aminta's forehead, "I wish you to go at once to Rome, to Italy."
"It is far away," said the Marquise, feebly.
"I wish you to," said Matheus, imperiously.
"Well, well," said the sleeper, with a smile, "there is no reason why you should be angry."
She was silent. All the spectators, with their eyes fixed and their necks extended, seemed to watch with anxiety every scene of this whimsical drama. Their souls seemed hung on their lips.
"Ah! my God!" said the Marquise, with agitation, "what a journey—how cold it is amid these mountains."
"She crosses the Alps," said the doctor.