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"Katt, instead of crying and looking at your child, which will never cure her, you ought to go for a doctor; the medical officer in the first instance, and then Monsieur Desplein and Monsieur Bianchon We must save this innocent creature." And Corentin wrote down the addresses of these two famous physicians.
"At half-past nine." "Clemence," he said, "take every precaution; consult Doctor Desplein and old Haudry." "I shall consult nothing but my heart and my courage." "I shall leave you free; you will not see me till twelve o'clock." "Won't you keep me company this evening? I feel so much better." After attending to some business, Jules returned to his wife, recalled by her invincible attraction.
"At half-past nine." "Clemence," he said, "take every precaution; consult Doctor Desplein and old Haudry." "I shall consult nothing but my heart and my courage." "I shall leave you free; you will not see me till twelve o'clock." "Won't you keep me company this evening? I feel so much better." After attending to some business, Jules returned to his wife, recalled by her invincible attraction.
One day that year, one of the physicians of the Hotel-Dieu took Desplein by the arm, as if to question him, in Bianchon's presence. "What were you doing at Saint-Sulpice, my dear master?" said he. "I went to see a priest who has a diseased knee-bone, and to whom the Duchesse d'Angouleme did me the honor to recommend me," said Desplein.
"Send for Monsieur Desplein; send also to my brother and ask him to come here immediately." "Why your brother?" asked Clemence. But Jules had already left the room. For the first time in five years Madame Jules slept alone in her bed, and was compelled to admit a physician into that sacred chamber. These in themselves were two keen pangs. Desplein found Madame Jules very ill.
"That, my dear fellow, is as much as a man who holds my opinions can allow himself. But God must be a good fellow; He cannot owe me any grudge. I swear to you, I would give my whole fortune if faith such as Bourgeat's could enter my brain." Bianchon, who was with Desplein all through his last illness, dares not affirm to this day that the great surgeon died an atheist.
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The master-surgeon, the atheist at heart, the worshiper by chance. The mystery was greater than ever; the regularity of the phenomenon complicated it. When Desplein had left, Bianchon went to the sacristan, who took charge of the chapel, and asked him whether the gentleman were a constant worshiper.
His earliest studies were guided by one of the greatest of French surgeons, the illustrious Desplein, who flashed across science like a meteor. By the consensus even of his enemies, he took with him to the tomb an incommunicable method. Like all men of genius, he had no heirs; he carried everything in him, and carried it away with him.
Even the bold Desplein dared not attempt that high-handed surgical measure, which despair alone had suggested to Martener. When he returned home from Paris he seemed to his friends morose and gloomy.
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