"Run away, why?
Go to France?
Why, they are there! No matter where I might go, they would be there.

They are everywhere, I should always be surrounded by them! No, no, I prefer to stay here and would rather die at once if his Eminence can no longer defend me." With an expression of ardent entreaty in which a last gleam of hope tried to assert itself, he raised his eyes to the large painting in which the Cardinal stood forth resplendent in his cassock of red moire; but his attack came back again and overwhelmed him with increased intensity of fever.

"Leave me, I beg you, leave me," he gasped.

"Don't make me talk any more.

Ah! Paparelli, Paparelli! If he should come back and see us and hear me speak....