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Bianchon suspected that d'Arthez was generously trying to screen the renegade; but on questioning Lucien during a lucid interval in the dangerous nervous fever, he learned that his patient was only responsible for the one serious article in Hector Merlin's paper. Before the first month was out, the firm of Fendant and Cavalier filed their schedule.
Ten minutes later, Bianchon came down and joined them. "I am going straight to Despleins," he said. "He can save the woman by an operation. Ah! he will take good care of the case, for her abuse of liquor has developed a magnificent disease which was thought to be lost." "Wag of a mangler! Isn't there but one disease in life?" cried Bixiou.
Eugene hurried up to Goriot's room. "Bianchon," he cried, "the money for the watch?" "There it is on the table, or the three hundred and sixty odd francs that are left of it. I paid up all the old scores out of it before they let me have the things. The pawn ticket lies there under the money." Rastignac hurried downstairs. "Here, madame" he said in disgust, "let us square accounts.
"When Monsieur de l'Estorade returns, speak of the injury to Rene's finger, and tell me that little wounds like that sometimes have serious consequences if not attended to at once, and that will give me an excuse to send for Doctor Bianchon." "Certainly," replied Monsieur de Camps; "but I really don't think a physician is necessary. Still, if it reassures you "
She made Gatien Boirouge write to the great physician Bianchon, whom he claimed as a cousin through the Popinots. Then she persuaded an old friend of the departed Madame Lousteau to stir up the journalist's ambitions by letting him know that certain persons in Sancerre were firmly bent on electing a deputy from among the distinguished men in Paris.
The old grandmother sat by the bed and caressed her darling. To the three doctors she told every detail she had obtained from Pierrette as to her life in the Rogron house. Horace Bianchon expressed his indignation in vehement language. Shocked at such barbarity he insisted on all the physicians in the town being called in to see the case; the consequence was that Dr.
His head fell back on the pillow, as if a sudden heavy blow had struck him down, but his hands groped feebly over the quilt, as if to find his daughters' hair. "My blessing on them..." he said, making an effort, "my blessing..." His voice died away. Just at that moment Bianchon came into the room. "I met Christophe," he said; "he is gone for your cab."
The faces of the two women were full of anguish; their hearts were wrung by the thought, "We are making her bed for the last time she will die here!" The consultation was not long. But Bianchon exacted at the outset that Aline should, in spite of the patient's resistance, cut off the hair shirt and put on a night-dress. The doctors returned to the salon while this was being done.
So it is not necessary to repeat it here, though it was then new to the inhabitants of the Chateau d'Anzy. And it was told with the same finish of gesture and tone which had won such praise for Bianchon when at Mademoiselle des Touches' supper-party he had told it for the first time.
"Madame, a physician knows how to protect himself against infection, and the rashness of your devotion proves to me that you would probably be less prudent than I." Celestine, however, got up and went to her room, where she dressed to go out. "Monsieur," said Victorin to Bianchon, "have you any hope of saving Monsieur and Madame Crevel?" "I hope, but I do not believe that I may," said Bianchon.
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