The things we do!

"
In spite of his assumed indifference, his whole soul was
filled and shaken with a sudden dread terror; for the moment
he had forgotten even his child. Graham saw it, but could not
urge him further just then; he only passed his arm under the
pillow, so as to raise his head a little, and then said, with
such professional cheerfulness as he could muster,
"_Allons_, Monsieur, you must have courage. Calm yourself; you
are not going to die yet, and we must hope for the best. You
may live to see many people yet."
M. Linders appeared scarcely to hear what he was saying; but
in a few moments his face relaxed, and a new expression came
into it, which seemed to soften the grey, ghastly look.
"My poor little girl!" he said, with a sort of groan--"my
little Madelon!--to leave thee all alone, _pauvre petite!_"
"It was precisely of her that I wished to speak," said Graham.
"I am afraid, in any case, you must look forward to a long
illness, and, on her account, is there no friend, no relation
you would wish to send for?"
"I have no friends--no relations," said M.


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