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down his burning throat, and he badly
needs a few drops of wine too. Try to get
us some milk for to-morrow if you possibly
can. That he is still alive means that he
intends to make a hard fight, and he will
let us do with him anything we want. He is
as docile as a lamb, and he will go off to
sleep again as soon as we have cleansed his
throat and fed him a little.”
“How can you make him go to sleep so
peacefully?” said the wondering nun.
“I know no more than you how I can
make him sleep, Sister, but I know that I can
do it,” said the Doctor gravely.
He had finished his round closely followed
by the hunchback, who did not seem to want
to leave his side for a minute. Overpowered
by fatigue and almost faint from the terrible
stench which rose like a deadly mist from
the floor, the Doctor sat down on the bench
near the entrance door looking into the
starlit night for the dawn which seemed
never to want to come.
“It does my eyes good to look at the
stars,” said he.
“Will this night never come to an end!”
groaned the hunchback.
“What’s the matter with you, Anatole?
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