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I am coming into your room." "I forbid it!" "Then you must come in here!" Noemi's "Will you be quiet?" sounded so resolute that the other was silent. Only for a moment, however; then the tearful, childish voice, that Noemi knew so well, began again: "Have you not slept long enough? Can you not talk now? You must have slept three hours!"
And now run home, for your own sake, my child." "Goodbye! monsieur." She paused at the door and added shyly, "You will really come tomorrow morning?" "Yes, yes; before breakfast. Goodbye, Noemi." At about ten on the ensuing day I repaired to Noemi's lodging, and found Madame Jeannel, the landlady, on the look-out for me. "Noemi told me you were coming," she said; "I will go and fetch her.
Maria had prepared the best room in the little apartment for Jeanne and Noemi the corner room opposite Giovanni's study, on the other side of the corridor. While Jeanne was walking painfully towards it, leaning on Noemi's arm, Selva returned, having accompanied his friends as far as the gate. His wife heard his step on the stairs, and went down to detain him.
Giovanni observed that they were probably people coming to the first floor to see the proprietors of the house. Professor Dane smiled mysteriously. "They may be coming to the second floor," said he. Maria exclaimed: "You know something about this!" and called down: "Noemi, est-ce vous?" Noemi's clear voice answered: "Oui, c'est nous!"
Then once more taking Noemi's arm, she exclaimed: "Let us go!"
I concentrated my mind upon my books, and devoted the whole of my time and of my thoughts to preparation for my last two doctorate examinations, contenting myself with only a few passing inquiries of Noemi's landlady concerning the welfare of her lodger, and with the assurance that both she and her dog were well and happy.
There were steps in the ante-room; two gentle taps at the door; the Selvas entered with Noemi. Maria Selva came in first, and seeing Benedetto dressed thus, could not restrain a movement of indignation, of regret, and a soft laugh; then she blushed and wished to speak a word of protest, but could not find the right one. The tears came to Noemi's eyes.
He tried to make it up by coaxing words, and kissed the little hand, but the child was shy of him, and crept under Noémi's shawl. All night he was restless, wakeful, and crying. Timar got angry, and said the child was of a willful nature, his obstinacy must be overcome. Noémi cast a gently reproachful glance on him.
"I?" Renée did not reply, but looked sadly and gently into Noémi's eyes. Renée doubted no longer. She was silent for a moment; she felt almost the duties of a mother towards this child. In the evening Henri was surprised to find his sister waiting in his room.
I left my four-footed friend with some regret, for he and I had been good companions during Noemi's sojourn at the hospital, and I knew that my rooms would at first seem lonely without him.
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