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Book, page 51 / 67 "Never!" "Monsieur Fabien has been in your house since yesterday; he told you we were coming." "No, I have not seen him; I never should have received him! I tell you I no longer have a nephew! I am a broken man, a--a--a " His speech failed him, his face became purple, he staggered and fell heavily, first in a sitting posture, then on his back, and lay motionless on the sanded path. I rushed to the rescue. When I got up to him Jeanne had already returned from the little fountain with her handkerchief dripping, and was bathing his temples with fresh water. She was the only one who kept her wits about her. Madeleine had raised her master's head and was wailing aloud. "Alas!" she said, "it's that dreadful colic he had ten years ago which has got him again. Dear heart! how ill he was! I remember how it came on, just like this, in the garden." I interrupted her lamentations by saying: "Monsieur Charnot, I think we had better take Monsieur Mouillard up to bed." "Then why don't you do it?" shouted the numismatist, who had completely lost his temper. "I didn't come here to act at an ambulance; but, since I must, do you take his head." I took his head, Madeleine walked in front, Jeanne behind. My uncle's vast proportions swayed between M. Charnot and myself. M. Charnot, who had skilfully gathered up the legs, looked like a hired pallbearer. As we met with some difficulty in getting upstairs, M. Charnot said, with clenched teeth:
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