You were out with me, and there was an accident, and you got hurt.

So I and a workman who was passing carried you into his house, and he and his wife have been taking care of you.
You have been very ill, but you are getting on better now.

Marie has come to nurse you, and she won't leave you until you are quite well.

Now, I think that's enough for you, and the doctor would be very angry if he knew I had told you so much; because he said you were not to bother yourself about things at all, but just to sleep as much as you can, and eat as much as you can, and listen to Marie talking and reading to you, and not trouble your brain in any way, because it's your brain that has gone wrong, and any thinking will be very bad for it." This explanation seemed satisfactory to Victor, who soon after dozed off to sleep, and Harry joined the party in Marie's sitting-room.
"Oh, if I could but keep them here with me, Harry, what a comfort it would be!" "I know that it would, Marie; but it is too dangerous.

You know they were denounced at Louise Moulin's.