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"Be quick," he also said to Madame Coquebert, "but do not be as simple as the bell-ringer of the Cathedral of Seez, who, going to lift out of the fountain some bottles he had put there to cool, saw his own shadow in ihe water and shouted: 'Hello, gentleman; come and help me. There are on the other side some Antipodeans, who'll drink our wine if we don't take good care."
That's what makes me tremble for the patient, over whom angels and devils are furiously quarrelling. But one must never despair of divine mercy." Death of M. Jerome Coignard Two days passed in cruel alternations. After that my good master became extremely weak. "There is no more hope," M. Coquebert told me. "Look how his head lies on the pillow, how thin his nose is."
At his request, and in consideration of his fervour, I'll give him the viaticum. During the time necessary for putting on my holy garments, you, Madame Coquebert, will do me the favour to send to the vestry the boy who serves me at mass every morning and make the room ready for the reception of God."
"Would you, then, vicar," replied the abbe, "that my sins were all made like an Adonis? Don't let us speak of it any more. And you, barber, give me a drink. Do you know M. de la Musardiere?" "Not that I know of," said M. Coquebert. "Then know," replied my dear master, "that he was very taken with the ladies."
What does he say?" exclaimed Madame Coquebert, "for sure he has the devil in him." "I have heard the talk of many delirious patients," said M. Coquebert, "but not one has said such wicked things." "I am discovering," said the vicar, "that we'll have more trouble than we expected to conduct this unhappy man to a peaceful end.
"I was going to my vineyard, but that of Jesus Christ has to be attended to first; my son," he said as he approached the stricken abbe, "offer your wound to our Lord. Perhaps it's not so serious as it's thought to be. And for the rest, we must obey God's will." Turning to the barber, he asked: "Is it very urgent, M. Coquebert, or could I go to my vineyard?
But a moment later he threw the blanket off and complained of the heat. "I'm very thirsty," he said. "Give me some wine! And let it be cool! Madame Coquebert, hasten to cool it in the fountain: the day will be a burning one." It was night-time, he confounded the hours in his head.
Madame Coquebert swept the room, put a white coverlet on the bed, placed a little table at the bedside, and covered it with a cloth; she put two candlesticks on the table and lit the candles, and an earthenware bowl wherein a sprig of box swam in the holy water.
"The water is hot," the barber said to me. "Hold the basin close to the bed. I'll wash the wound." And while he pressed on my tutor's breast a sponge soaked in hot water, the vicar entered the room with Madame Coquebert. He had a basket and a pair of vine shears in his hand. "Here is then the poor man," said he.
Soon we heard the tinkling of the little bell, saw the cross coming in, carried by a child, and the priest clad in white carrying the holy vessels. Jahel, M. d'Anquetil, Madame Coquebert and I fell on our knees. "Pax huic domui," said the priest. "Et omnibus habiantibus in en," replied the servitor. Then the vicar took holy water and sprayed it over the patient and the bed.
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