Ah, if she had only been in the same compartment with him! And she resolved that she would change her seat at the first station they should stop at.

Only there would be no stoppage for a long time.

The position was becoming terrible, the more so as the man's head again fell back.
"He is dying, he is dying!" repeated the frightened voice.
What was to be done, _mon Dieu_?
The Sister was aware that one of the Fathers of the Assumption, Father Massias, was in the train with the Holy Oils, ready to administer extreme unction to the dying; for every year some of the patients passed away during the journey.

But she did not dare to have recourse to the alarm signal.

Moreover, in the _cantine_ van where Sister Saint Francois officiated, there was a doctor with a little medicine chest.