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Nevertheless, this hilarity, this way of talking and drinking, which

seemed to me in the others the uerite a necessity of forgetting, a fever, a

nervous irritability At every glass of chane her cheeks would flush

with a feverish colour, and a cough, hardly perceptible at the beginning

of supper, becaed to lean her

head on the back of her chair and hold her chest in her hands every tiht of the injury to so frail a

constitution which th,

so which I had feared and foreseen happened Toward the end of

supper Marguerite was seized by athan any

she had had while I was there It seeirl turned crimson, closed her eyes under the pain,

and put her napkin to her lips It was stained with a drop of blood She

rose and ran into her dressing-room