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My
Lord
orders
his
Courier
to
follow
him
,
and
make
the
lemonade
in
the
bedroom
.
The
Countess
remarks
that
the
Courier
seems
hardly
capable
of
obeying
his
orders
.
Hearing
this
,
the
man
admits
that
he
is
ill
.
He
,
too
,
is
suffering
from
a
cold
;
he
has
been
kept
waiting
in
a
draught
at
the
shop
where
he
bought
the
lemons
;
he
feels
alternately
hot
and
cold
,
and
he
begs
permission
to
lie
down
for
a
little
while
on
his
bed
.
’
Feeling
her
humanity
appealed
to
,
the
Countess
volunteers
to
make
the
lemonade
herself
.
My
Lord
takes
the
Courier
by
the
arm
,
leads
him
aside
,
and
whispers
these
words
to
him
:
"
Watch
her
,
and
see
that
she
puts
nothing
into
the
lemonade
;
then
bring
it
to
me
with
your
own
hands
;
and
,
then
,
go
to
bed
,
if
you
like
.
"
’
Without
a
word
more
to
his
wife
,
or
to
the
Baron
,
my
Lord
leaves
the
room
.
’
The
Countess
makes
the
lemonade
,
and
the
Courier
takes
it
to
his
master
.
’
Returning
,
on
the
way
to
his
own
room
,
he
is
so
weak
,
and
feels
,
he
says
,
so
giddy
,
that
he
is
obliged
to
support
himself
by
the
backs
of
the
chairs
as
he
passes
them
.
The
Baron
,
always
considerate
to
persons
of
low
degree
,
offers
his
arm
.
"
I
am
afraid
,
my
poor
fellow
,
"
he
says
,
"
that
you
are
really
ill
.
"
The
Courier
makes
this
extraordinary
answer
:
"
It
’
s
all
over
with
me
,
Sir
:
I
have
caught
my
death
.
"
’
The
Countess
is
naturally
startled
.
"
You
are
not
an
old
man
,
"
she
says
,
trying
to
rouse
the
Courier
’
s
spirits
.
"
At
your
age
,
catching
cold
doesn
’
t
surely
mean
catching
your
death
?
"
The
Courier
fixes
his
eyes
despairingly
on
the
Countess
.
"
My
lungs
are
weak
,
my
Lady
,
"
he
says
;
"
I
have
already
had
two
attacks
of
bronchitis
.
The
second
time
,
a
great
physician
joined
my
own
doctor
in
attendance
on
me
.
He
considered
my
recovery
almost
in
the
light
of
a
miracle
.
Take
care
of
yourself
,
"
he
said
.
"
If
you
have
a
third
attack
of
bronchitis
,
as
certainly
as
two
and
two
make
four
,
you
will
be
a
dead
man
.
I
feel
the
same
inward
shivering
,
my
Lady
,
that
I
felt
on
those
two
former
occasions
—
and
I
tell
you
again
,
I
have
caught
my
death
in
Venice
.
"
’
Speaking
some
comforting
words
,
the
Baron
leads
him
to
his
room
.
The
Countess
is
left
alone
on
the
stage
.
’
She
seats
herself
,
and
looks
towards
the
door
by
which
the
Courier
has
been
led
out
.
"
Ah
!
my
poor
fellow
,
"
she
says
,
"
if
you
could
only
change
constitutions
with
my
Lord
,
what
a
happy
result
would
follow
for
the
Baron
and
for
me
!
If
you
could
only
get
cured
of
a
trumpery
cold
with
a
little
hot
lemonade
,
and
if
he
could
only
catch
his
death
in
your
place
—
!
"
