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"She tried to kill herself then; but afterward she seemed more reasonable, as you saw just now. When she asked you who sent you, I thought Ah! at last she is interested in something. But now it is worse than ever. Oh! this is lively for me, devilish lively!" Fargeas took between his thumb and finger the delicate skin of the Tzigana, and pinched her on the neck, below the ear. Marsa did not stir.
With his usual tact, the doctor had divined the separation; and he did not call Marsa the Princess, but, in tones full of pity, spoke of her as the invalid. "She is in the garden," said Dr. Sims, when Fargeas had finished speaking. "Will you see her now?" "Yes," said the Prince, in a voice that trembled slightly, despite his efforts to control it.
He wondered if it were not better to retrace his steps and depart hastily without seeing her. "This way," said Fargeas. "We can see through the bushes without being seen, can we not, Sims?" "Yes, doctor." Zilah resigned himself to his fate; and followed the physicians without saying a word; he could hear the panting respiration of Vogotzine trudging along behind him.
"There! There! Look at her!" exclaimed the old man. Fargeas, without listening to the General, approached Marsa, and placed her in a chair near the window. He looked in her eyes, and placed his hand upon her burning forehead; but Marsa made no movement. "Are you in pain?" he asked, gently.
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