Shall I fetch it? asked the doctor Villefort.
No, you stay here and try to get Barros to finish this glass of alcoholic water. I’ll get the lemonade.
D ‘Avrigny hurried to the door and flew back stairs. In a hurry, she almost knocked down Madame de Villefort. Madame de Villefort also wanted to go to the kitchen.
She exclaimed in surprise that Avrigny didn’t pay attention to her. He jumped the last four stairs and rushed into the kitchen. He saw that the glass bottle was still in the tea tray with a quarter of lemonade left. He jumped like an eagle to catch it and then ran back to the room out of breath. Mrs. Riverford walked slowly back to her building.
Do you mean this glass bottle? asked d ‘Avrigny.
It is a doctor
Is this the lemonade you drink?
I think so.
What’s that smell?
A little bitter
The doctor poured a few drops of lemonade in his hand, sucked it in his mouth for a while as if it were a wine, and then spit it into the fireplace.
It must be something like this. He said you drank some, too, didn’t you, Monsieur Noirtier?
be
Do you also feel bitter?
be
Oh, the doctor Barros shouted, the disease is going to send me again. Lord, have mercy on me
The doctor rushed to his patient and spit tartar. Villefort saw if he had bought it.
Villefort jumped into the corridor and shouted, spit tartar, spit tartar. Did you buy it?
No one answered that a house was shrouded in gloom and terror.
I can dilate his lungs. Avrigny looked around and said, maybe I can suffocate him, but there is nothing here.
Oh, sir, Barros shouted, are you going to let me die like this? Aren’t you going to help me? Oh, I’m going to die, my God. I’m going to die.
Take a Pen Take a Pen The doctor said that there was a pen on the table, and he tried his best to insert it into the patient’s mouth, but the patient was convulsing and biting his teeth very tightly at this time, and the pen could not be inserted. This time, the hair was more violent than the first time. He rolled from the couch and wriggled painfully. The doctor knew that there was nothing he could do, so he convulsed him. He went up to Noirtier and said in a low voice, How do you feel?
be
Do you feel that your chest is not as tight as before, and your abdomen is comfortable and relaxed?
be
So do you think it’s almost like the situation after I give you medicine every Sunday?
be
Did Barros mix your lemon juice for you?
be
Did you ask him to drink just now?
no
Is this Mr. Villefort?
no
Madame
no
So it’s your granddaughter, isn’t it?
be
Barros groaned and then hissed as if his gums were cracked. These two sounds attracted Mr. Avrigny again. He left Mr. Noirtier and went back to the patient. Barros said, can you talk? Barros mumbled a few vague words, though try it. My good man Avrigny said that Barros reopened his bloodshot eyes.
