"Eating soup!" She's already bustling over, and she's going to plant a firm hand on your forehead, Harry, sorry. "Mmm, that's a fever all right. But you haven't been throwing up, have you? I don't think it's what Manon had."

There's a little quaver of fear in her voice, and she gives his shoulder a little shake. "Look, Léon, I can't stay. I'll tell the boss you're sick. --Mère Bernard, listen, there's a big blanket in my room, I want you to help him get it onto his bed when he goes back up. Yes, I know Michel is still there, but he's leaving-- I can't stay, just--" She shakes Harry's shoulder again.