“How do you feel, Barrois?” asked he.
“A little better, sir.”
“Will you drink some of this ether and water?”
“I will try; but don’t touch me.”
“Why not?”
“Because I feel that if you were only to touch me with the tip of your finger the fit would return.”
“Drink.”
Barrois took the glass, and, raising it to his purple lips, took about half of the liquid offered him.
“Where do you suffer?” asked the doctor.
“Everywhere. I feel cramps over my whole body.”
“Do you find any dazzling sensation before the eyes?”
“Yes.”
“Any noise in the ears?”
“Frightful.”
“When did you first feel that?”
“Just now.”
“Suddenly?”
“Yes, like a clap of thunder.”