It is as dry as a piece of wood, and has not swelled a bit. As my Lord Marquis certainly knows a great deal more about things than I do, I thought I ought to bring it, and that it would interest him." Therewith the gardener showed Raphael the inexorable piece of skin; there were barely six square inches of it left. "Thanks, Vaniere," Raphael said. "The thing is very curious."
"What is the matter with you, my angel; you are growing quite white!" Pauline cried. "You can go, Vaniere." "Your voice frightens me," the girl went on; "it is so strangely altered. What is it? How are you feeling? Where is the pain? You are in pain! Jonathan! here! call a doctor!" she cried. "Hush, my Pauline," Raphael answered, as he regained composure. "Let us get up and go.