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Miss Day: I'm sorry that you won't have anything. I'll change and go down alone then. The following morning.
Miss Day: Hallo, good morning, mother, I hope you've slept well
Mrs. Day: Good morning, Joan. I'm afraid I didn't sleep very well. But that doesn’t mean anything. When you get too tired, it is often very difficult to fall asleep.
Miss Day: I'm very sorry to hear it, mother, but now I'll ring for some breakfast.
A few minutes later a maid appears with tray.
Miss Day: Here's a cup of tea, mother. It doesn't look quite so strong as the tea in India, but better than I expected French tea to be.
Mrs. Day: Thank you, my dear. It doesn't look too bad.
Miss Day: You must really try it. It'll do you good, and then we can start thinking about those papers that want signing.
Mrs. Day: I don't feel very much like get- ^{Want = need}

ting up and going out just now. I should prefer to wait until this afternoon or to-morrow morning. It might be a good idea if you went round to see the man and asked him if it were possible for him to come here. That would be much

Easier still = Sill easier Dupont [dju’po:n]

easier still. I'll be all right again by to-morrow, and then we can start on the last stage of our journey. Miss Day: All right mother, I'll certainly go round and see him, but first of all I'm going straight down to see that the hotel doctor comes to see you without delay A little later. Mother and daughter are again talking in their room. Miss Day: The manager was in his office all right, and he promised me to arrange for the doctor to come at once. There is a knock at the door. Miss Day: I expect that's the doctor. I’ll go and open the door. Doctor: Good morning, mademoiselle, my name is Doctor Dupont. The manager tells me that your mother is not well

Miss Day: Good morning, Doctor Dupont, will you please come in. It was very good of you to come so quickly. This is my mother, Doctor Dupont.
Doctor: Good morning, madam. I do not speak the English language so well. I'm sure you will forgive me. First of all, I will take your temperature and pulse, and then I can ask you some questions.
A minute or two later.
Doctor: May I ask where you have come from?
Mrs. Day: My daughter and I left Bombay after the death of my husband, and as I have some business to do in Paris, we travelled overland from Marseilles, arriving here yesterday evening.
Doctor: I understand that you are feeling very tired, and that the appetite has gone is it not so?
Mrs. Day: Yes, doctor. To be quite honest, I felt too tired to get up this morning, and now I seem to have lost my appetite altogether.
Doctor: Yes, madam. When people are

Serious = dangerous move = take to another place
overtired, they do not feel like eating. I will send for some medicine for you that will help you. I will see you again, madam, but now I must say adieu. (To Miss Day.) Perhaps mademoiselle will come with me.
Downstairs.
Doctor: I am sorry to say that it is very serious, mademoiselle. You must not think of continuing your journey to England to-morrow. It might be better to move your mother to a hospital. Of course, I shall arrange everything for you. But, mademoiselle, it will be necessary for you to go at once to my house and fetch some medicine for your mother. I am very sorry, mademoiselle, that my house is at the other end of Paris. It is very unfortunate that I do not have a telephone in the house. The best and quickest way would be for mademoiselle to go to my house herself. I will give mademoiselle a note for my wife, telling her what to do.