Another one, a consumptive who was frightfully emaciated, sat shivering and groaning, his livid skin mottled with violet marks.

However, Pierre became more interested in Brother Isidore, who was just being removed from one of the baths.

He had fainted away, and for a moment, indeed, it was thought that he was dead.
But at last he began moaning again, and one's heart filled with pity at sight of his long, lank frame, which suffering had withered, and which, with his diseased hip, looked a human remnant on exhibition.

The two hospitallers who had been bathing him had the greatest difficulty to put on his shirt, fearful as they were that if he were suddenly shaken he might expire in their arms.
"You will help me, Monsieur l'Abbe, won't you ?" asked another hospitaller as he began to undress M.Sabathier.
Pierre hastened to give his services, and found that the attendant, discharging such humble duties, was none other than the Marquis de Salmon-Roquebert whom M.de Guersaint had pointed out to him on the way from the station to the hospital that morning.

A man of forty, with a large, aquiline, knightly nose set in a long face, the Marquis was the last representative of one of the most ancient and illustrious families of France.