The hospital was a low and narrow building of a single story,
with a small garden.

Three days after his arrival, the Bishop visited the hospital.
The visit ended, he had the director requested to be so good as to
come to his house.

"Monsieur the director of the hospital," said he to him, "how many
sick people have you at the present moment?"

"Twenty-six, Monseigneur."

"That was the number which I counted," said the Bishop.

"The beds," pursued the director, "are very much crowded against
each other."

"That is what I observed."

"The halls are nothing but rooms, and it is with difficulty
that the air can be changed in them."

"So it seems to me."

"And then, when there is a ray of sun, the garden is very small
for the convalescents."

"That was what I said to myself."

"In case of epidemics,--we have had the typhus fever this year;