I told all this to Amante, and we began to fear that if M. de la
Tourelle, or Lefebvre, or any of the g**g at Les Rochers, had seen
these placards, they would know that the poor lady stabbed by the
former was the Baroness de Rœder, and that they would set forth
again in search of me.
This fresh apprehension told on my health and impeded my
recovery. We had so little money we could not call in a physician,
at least, not one in established practice. But Amante found out a
young doctor for whom, indeed, she had sometimes worked; and
offering to pay him in kind, she brought him to see me, her sick
wife. He was very gentle and thoughtful, though, like ourselves,
very poor. But he gave much time and consideration to the case,
saying once to Amante that he saw my constitution had expe
