"Where do you suffer ?" "Severe pains all through my body," Charley answered simply, for it seemed easier to tell the truth, as near as might be.
"I must look to you," said the doctor.

"Go and lie down, and I will come to you." Charley bowed, but did not move.

Just then two things drew the attention of all: the tailor showed returning consciousness, and there was noise of many voices outside the house and the tramping of feet below-stairs.
"Go and tell them no one must come up," said the doctor to the Notary, and the Cure made ready to say the last offices for the dying.
Presently the noise below-stairs diminished, and the priest's voice rose in the office, vibrating and touching.

The two women sank to their knees, the doctor followed, his eyes still fixed on the dying man.
Presently, however, Charley did the same; for something penetrating and reasonable in the devotion touched him.
All at once Louis Trudel opened his eyes.

Staring round with acute excitement, his eyes fell on the Cure, then upon Charley.
"Stop--stop, M'sieu' le Cure!" he cried.