Ever since we passed Amboise he has been filling us with fear, and I have just sent for the Holy Oils.

Do you find him so very low?
Could you not revive him a little ?" The doctor was already examining the man, and thereupon the sufferers who had remained in the carriage became greatly interested and began to look.
Marie, to whom Sister Saint-Francois had given the bowl of broth, was holding it with such an unsteady hand that Pierre had to take it from her, and endeavour to make her drink; but she could not swallow, and she left the broth scarce tasted, fixing her eyes upon the man waiting to see what would happen like one whose own existence is at stake.
"Tell me," again asked Sister Hyacinthe, "how do you find him?
What is his illness ?" "What is his illness!" muttered Ferrand; "he has every illness." Then, drawing a little phial from his pocket, he endeavoured to introduce a few drops of the contents between the sufferer's clenched teeth.

The man heaved a sigh, raised his eyelids and let them fall again; that was all, he gave no other sign of life.
Sister Hyacinthe, usually so calm and composed, so little accustomed to despair, became impatient.
"But it is terrible," said she, "and Sister Claire des Anges does not come back! Yet I told her plainly enough where she would find Father Massias's carriage.

_Mon Dieu!_ what will become of us ?" Sister Saint-Francois, seeing that she could render no help, was now about to return to the cantine van.

Before doing so, however, she inquired if the man were not simply dying of hunger; for such cases presented themselves, and indeed she had only come to the compartment with the view of offering some of her provisions.