The peasants shunned him as they would the plague; and in case of sickness always sent for the cure.

M.d'Escorval followed their example, knowing that the physician from Montaignac could not arrive until nearly morning.
Abbe Midon had never frequented the medical schools, but since he had been a priest the poor so often asked advice of him that he applied himself to the study of medicine, and, aided by experience, he had acquired a knowledge of the art which would have won him a diploma from the faculty anywhere.
At whatever hour of the day or night parishioners came to ask his assistance, he was always ready--his only answer: "Let us go at once." And when the people of the neighborhood met him on the road with his little box of medicine slung over his shoulder, they took off their hats respectfully and stood aside to let him pass.

Those who did not respect the priest honored the man.
For M.d'Escorval, above all others, Abbe Midon would make haste.

The baron was his friend; and a terrible apprehension seized him when he saw Mme.

d'Escorval at the gate watching for him.