Where is Du Laurens? Where is
the doctor? He will perish before our eyes."
"Patience, sire," I said. "He will come."
"But in the meantime the man dies."
"No, no," I said, going to La Trape, and touching his hand.
"Yet, he is very cold." And turning, I sent the page to hasten
the doctor. Then I begged the King to allow me to have the man
conveyed into another room. "His sufferings distress you, sire,
and you do him no good," I said.
"No, he shall not go!" he answered. "Ventre Saint Gris! man, he
is dying for me! He is dying in my place. He shall die here."
Still ill satisfied, I was about to press him farther, when La
Trape raised his voice, and feebly asked for me. A page who had
taken the other's place was supporting his head, and two or three
of my gentlemen, who had come in unbidden, were looking on with
scared faces. I went to the poor fellow's side, and asked what I
could do for him.
"I am dying!" he muttered, turning up his eyes. "The doctor!
the doctor!"
I feared that he was passing, but I bade him have courage.
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