times when silent, his chin fell, as if it were no natural part of his face, but something artificially fastened on; and his voice was weak and rasping. He looked like one who all his life had been imprisoned in the dark, and now being turned loose in the light, did not know what to do with his freedom and seemed pained by the brightness.
"Where can I find Doctor Satiani?" asked Irène,
"I do not know, I do not know."
"Are you one of his patients?" inquired the girl, beginning to sympathize with the object that her innocence prevented her from greatly fearing.
He cast a glance at her, his eyes growing red and moist, and for a moment he stopped pacing the floor and stood as if in reverie. He did not make any verbal reply, and what his expression said was too mysterious to be understood.
"I shall go to Doctor Satiani's pension, perhaps he is there," said Irène, arising.
"Yes, perhaps."
"I shall return shortly; and if he comes, tell him to wait."
