'I hope you are better, Madame,' I said, approaching.
'Better than I deserve, my dear cheaile, sufficiently well. The people
are all so good, trying me with every little thing, like a bird; here is
cafe--Mrs. Rusk-a, poor woman, I try to swallow a little to please her.'
'And your cold, is it better?'
She shook her head languidly, her elbow resting on the chair, and three
finger-tips supporting her forehead, and then she made a little sigh,
looking down from the corners of her eyes, in an interesting dejection.
'Je sens des lassitudes in all the members--but I am quaite 'appy, and
though I suffer I am console and oblige des bontes, ma chere, que vous
avez tous pour moi;' and with these words she turned a languid glance of
gratitude on me which dropped on the ground.
'Lady Knollys wishes very much to see you, only for a few minutes, if you
could admit her.'
'Vous savez les malades see _never_ visitors,' she replied with a startled
sort of tartness, and a momentary energy. 'Besides, I cannot converse; je
sens de temps en temps des douleurs de tete--of head, and of the ear, the
right ear, it is parfois agony absolutely, and now it is here.
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