“I heard his steps on the stairs, and then his hands feeling along the walls.  ‘Come here, my dear fellow,’ I said; ‘we have had an accident.’

“And the astonished husband appeared in the door with a cigar in his mouth, and said:  ‘What is the matter?  What is the meaning of this?’ ’My dear friend,’ I said, going up to him, ’you find us in great embarrassment.  I had remained late, chatting with your wife and our friend, who had brought me in his carriage, when he suddenly fainted, and in spite of all we have done, he has remained unconscious for two hours.  I did not like to call in strangers, and if you will now help me downstairs with him, I shall be able to attend to him better at his own house.’

“The husband, who was surprised, but quite unsuspicious, took off his hat, and then he took his rival, who would be quite inoffensive for the future, under the arms.  I got between his two legs, as if I had been a horse between the shafts, and we went downstairs, while his wife held a light for us.  When we got outside I stood the body up, so as to deceive the coachman, and said:  ’Come, my friend; it is nothing; you feel better already I expect.  Pluck up your courage, and make an effort.  It will soon be over.’  But as I felt that he was slipping out of my hands, I gave him a slap on the shoulder, which sent him forward and made him fall into the carriage, and then I got in after him.  Monsieur Lelievre, who was rather alarmed, said to me:  ‘Do you think it is anything serious?’ To which I replied:  ‘No,’ with a smile, as I looked at his wife, who had put her arm into that of her husband, and was trying to see into the carriage.

“I shook hands with them and told my coachman to start, and during the whole drive the dead man kept falling against me.  When we got to his house I said that he had become unconscious on the way home, and helped to carry him upstairs, where I certified that he was dead, and acted another comedy to his distracted family, and at last I got back to bed, not without swearing at lovers.”

The doctor ceased, though he was still smiling, and the young woman, who was in a very nervous state, said:  “Why have you told me that terrible story?”

He gave her a gallant bow, and replied: 

“So that I may offer you my services if they should be needed.”

DREAMS

They had just dined together, five old friends, a writer, a doctor and three rich bachelors without any profession.

They had talked about everything, and a feeling of lassitude came over them, that feeling which precedes and leads to the departure of guests after festive gatherings.  One of those present, who had for the last five minutes been gazing silently at the surging boulevard dotted with gas-lamps, with its rattling vehicles, said suddenly: 

“When you’ve nothing to do from morning till night, the days are long.”