Then, again, he thinks he is going to act, and asks for his table.

It's wonderful how he takes on about that trumpery table!" Scarcely had she spoken the words when the Chevalier opened his eyes, and, by a supreme effort, sat upright in his bed.

The cold dew rose upon his brow; his lips quivered; he strove to speak, and only an inarticulate cry found utterance.

My father flew to his support.
"If you have anything to say," he urged earnestly, "try to say it now!" The dying man trembled convulsively, and a terrible look of despair came into his wan face.
"Tell--tell" ...

he gasped; but his voice failed him, and he could get no further.
My father laid him gently down.