Her beautiful blue eyes, which but a moment before had called me so tragically, distended, her cheeks and forehead darkened, and she struggled gently, endeavouring to the end to restrain her terror and despair. Doctors and women hurried to her help with a flask of oxygen, towels, and bottles, while the old man bending over her was shouting in his rough and shaky voice - shouting as if she was already far away from him: 'Don't be frightened, Yvonne.
On se précipita – le médecin et les femmes – avec un ballon d’oxygène, des serviettes, des flacons ; tandis que le vieillard penché sur elle criait – criait comme si déjà elle eût été loin de lui, de sa voix rude et tremblante : – N’aie pas peur, Yvonne.