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"I repeat, that, if you make any complaint, those two people are lost," answered the doctor, ambiguously. Startled by what was really dangerous in the doctor's threats, Adrienne asked: "Sir, if this magistrate questions me, do you think I will tell him a falsehood?" "You will answer what is true," said M. Baleinier, hastily, in the hope of still attaining his end.
After conducting M. de Gernande to the outer door of the house, M. Baleinier made haste to read the pencil-note written by Rodin; it ran as follows: "The magistrate is going to the convent, by way of the street. Run round by the garden, and tell the Superior to obey the order I have given with regard to the two young girls. It is of the utmost importance."
But the most frightful fact is, that I do not know whether I ought to believe you for all this may be a snare but no, no! you weep it is true, then! you weep!" She looked anxiously at M. Baleinier, who, notwithstanding his cynical philosophy, could not restrain his tears at the sight of these nameless tortures. "You weep over me," she continued; "so it is true!
The moment M. Baleinier finished his fervid address to Mdlle. de Cardoville, the slide of the wicket in the door was softly pushed back, and a pair of eyes peered attentively into the chamber, unperceived by the doctor. Adrienne could not withdraw her gaze from the physician's, which seemed to fascinate her.
Sentiments of remorse and pity, which now animated the physician, were visible in his countenance. Alas! they were too visible. The moment he approached to take the hand of Mdlle. de Cardoville, a low but sharp voice exclaimed from behind the wicket: "M. Baleinier!" "Rodin!" muttered the startled doctor to himself; "he's been spying on me!" "Who calls you?" asked the lady of the physician.
Baleinier, "set light to the cotton; place the lighted part on the skin of his reverence, by means of the tripod which contains the wick; cover the tripod with the broad part of the tube, and then blow through the other end to keep up the fire. It is very simple, as you see." It was, in fact, full of the most patriarchal and primitive ingenuity.
Then, the first moment of stupor over, she began to feel less afraid; hideous as was this woman, it was at least some one to speak to; she exclaimed, therefore, in an agitated voice: "Where is M. Baleinier?" The two women looked at each other, exchanged a leer of mutual intelligence, but did not answer. "I ask you, madame," resumed Adrienne, "where is M. Baleinier, who brought me hither?
"It is very possible, on the contrary," returned M. Baleinier: "so that, while I and the superior of the convent, who alone are really entitled to complain, only wish to keep quiet this unpleasant affair, it is you you, for whom these unfortunate men have risked the galleys that will deliver them up to justice."
Baleinier watched him with extreme attention, waiting for the effects of the reaction of pain upon the patient, who seemed already to breathe with less difficulty. Suddenly Rodin placed his hand on his forehead, as if struck with some new idea, and turning his head towards Dr. Baleinier, made a sign to him to suspend the operation.
"Then," continued M. Baleinier, in an agitated voice, "then the last rays of intelligence are extinguished; then madness for we must pronounce the dreaded word gets the upper hand, and displays itself in furious and savage transports." "Like the woman upstairs," murmured Adrienne, as, with fixed and eager look, she raised her finger towards the ceiling.
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