“Luckily, I deal in all possible things. Wait a minute. I’ll run down
stairs, and I’ll be back in a moment with all that is needed. After
that, we shall see what can be done.”
The face of the concierge’s wife was a picture. Never in her life had
she been so much astonished.
“They have changed Papa Ravinet, or I am mad.”
The fact is, that the man was not exactly considered a benevolent and
generous mortal. They told stories of him that would have made Harpagon
envious, and touched the heart of a constable.
Nevertheless, he re-appeared soon after, almost succumbing under the
weight of two excellent mattresses; and, when he came back a second
time, he brought much more than he had mentioned.
Miss Henrietta was breathing more freely, but her face was still
painfully rigid. Life had come back before the mind had recovered; and
it was evident that she was utterly unconscious of her situation, and of
what was going on around her. This troubled the two ladies not a little,
although they felt very much relieved, and disposed to do everything,
now that they were no longer expected to open their purses.
“Well, that is always the way,” said Papa Ravinet boldly. “However, the
doctor will bleed her, if there is any necessity.”