Finding that his master did not answer, he became still more alarmed, and raised the bedclothes.

Cinq-Mars's face was crimson, and he seemed asleep, but his old domestic saw that the blood rushing to his head had almost suffocated him; and, seizing a jug full of cold water, he dashed the whole of it in his face.

This military remedy rarely fails to effect its purpose, and Cinq-Mars returned to himself with a start.
"Ah! it is thou, Grandchamp; what frightful dreams I have had!" "Peste! Monsieur le Marquis, your dreams, on the contrary, are very pretty ones.

I saw the tail of the last as I came in; your choice is not bad." "What dost mean, blockhead ?" "Nay, not a blockhead, Monsieur; I have good eyes, and I have seen what I have seen.

But, really ill as you are, Monsieur le Marechal would never--" "Thou art utterly doting, my friend; give me some drink, I am parched with thirst.