He told Durand that Paul was sick. “I found him in bed, monsieur. You had better see him yourself in the morning.”
“Nothing serious, Prosper?”
Cordonnier avoided expressing his opinion.
“He was in bed, monsieur, so I came away.”
Anatole was with Paul early the next day; the high fever had passed, and he found Brent flushed but sane. He remembered nothing of Cordonnier’s visit, nor had it occurred to him that he might have been babbling in English.
“This comes of taking a holiday in Amiens.”
Durand lit the stove in the kitchen, warmed up some milk, and made Paul drink it.
“When does Manon come back?”
“To-morrow.”
“I will fetch Mère Vitry. She is a good nurse, and she will be glad to look after you.”