The Count of Monte Cristo

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"Send for some oil of turpentine and tartar emetic."

Villefort immediately despatched a messenger. "And now let every one
retire."

"Must I go too?" asked Valentine timidly.

"Yes, mademoiselle, you especially," replied the doctor abruptly.

Valentine looked at M. d'Avrigny with astonishment, kissed her
grandfather on the forehead, and left the room. The doctor closed the
door after her with a gloomy air. "Look, look, doctor," said Villefort,
"he is quite coming round again; I really do not think, after all, it is
anything of consequence." M. d'Avrigny answered by a melancholy smile.
"How do you feel, Barrois?" asked he. "A little better, sir."

"Will you drink some of this ether and water?"