Presently the door opened, Victoire came in, saw his attitude of exhaustion, and with a startled cry ran to his side.
"Oh, dearie! dearie!" she cried.

"Pull yourself together! Oh, do try to pull yourself together." She caught his cold hands and began to rub them, murmuring words of endearment like a mother over a young child.
Lupin did not open his eyes; Charolais came in.
"Some breakfast!" she cried.

"Bring his breakfast ...

he's faint ...
he's had nothing to eat this morning.

Can you eat some breakfast, dearie ?" "Yes," said Lupin faintly.
"Hurry up with it," said Victoire in urgent, imperative tones; and Charolais left the room at a run.
"Oh, what a life you lead!" said Victoire, or, to be exact, she wailed it.