They will see him, and I cannot." "Be patient.

I will arrange for you to go.

Don't, don't, Pauline." For I was in a sort of spasm, though no tears came, and my sobs were more like the gasps of a person being suffocated, than like one in grief.
"If you will only be quiet, I will take you down, after a few hours, when they are all gone to their rooms.

Pauline, you'll kill me; don't do so--Pauline, they'll hear you.

Try not to do so; that's right--lie down and try to quiet yourself, poor child.