Since Science was powerless, perhaps the Holy Oils would have brought the sufferer some relief.

She had often seen that happen.
"O Sister, Sister, how worried I am!" she said to her companion.

"Do you know, I wish you would go back and watch for Father Massias and bring him to me as soon as you see him.

It would be so kind of you to do so!" "Yes, Sister," compliantly answered Sister Claire des Anges, and off she went again with that grave, mysterious air of hers, wending her way through the crowd like a gliding shadow.
Ferrand, meantime, was still looking at the man, sorely distressed at his inability to please Sister Hyacinthe by reviving him.

And as he made a gesture expressive of his powerlessness she again raised her voice entreatingly: "Stay with me, Monsieur Ferrand, pray stay," she said.
"Wait till Father Massias comes--I shall be a little more at ease with you here." He remained and helped her to raise the man, who was slipping down upon the seat.