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With his usual tact, the doctor had divined the separation; and he did not call Marsa the Princess, but, in tones full of pity, spoke of her as the invalid. "She is in the garden," said Dr. Sims, when Fargeas had finished speaking. "Will you see her now?" "Yes," said the Prince, in a voice that trembled slightly, despite his efforts to control it.
Fargeas, and asked him to come as soon as possible to Maisons-Lafitte. The doctor's coupe in a few hours stopped before the gate through which so short a time ago the gay marriage cortege had passed, and Vogotzine ushered him into the little salon from which Marsa had once driven Menko.
Marsa, she is good, very good thinks only of the poor-the poor, you know! But whatever Doctor Fargeas may say about it, she is mad! You can't deceive me! She is insane! still insane!" "Insane?" said Andras, striving to control his emotion. The General, who was now staggering violently, clung desperately to the Prince.
"I told you, I have come at the General's request," said Fargeas, with a wave of his hand toward Vogotzine. Marsa only replied: "Ah!" But it seemed to the doctor that there was a world of disappointment and despair expressed in this one ejaculation. Then she suddenly became rigid, and lapsed into one of those stupors which had succeeded the days of delirium, and had frightened Vogotzine so much.
He stood waiting, his blue eyes devouring her with a look, in which there were mingled love, pity, and anger. When the Tzigana reached him, and nearly ran into him in her slow walk, she stopped suddenly, like an automaton. The instinct of an obstacle before her arrested her, and she stood still, neither recoiling nor advancing. A few steps away, Dr. Fargeas and Dr.
Fargeas explained to the Prince why he had thought it best to transport the invalid from Maisons-Lafitte to Vaugirard, and he thanked him for having approved of his determination. Zilah noticed that Fargeas, in speaking of Marsa, gave her no name or title.
"You have come to consult me about Marsa," said Andras, unconsciously glad to pronounce her name. "Yes," began the General, becoming suddenly intimidated, "of of Marsa. She is very ill-Marsa is. Very ill. Stupor, Fargeas says. She does not say a word-nothing. A regular automaton! It is terrible to see her terrible terrible."
He was beginning to doubt, if, after all, Fargeas intended to attempt the experiment. He longed, with keen desire, to speak to Marsa; to know if his look, his breath, like a puff of wind over dying ashes, would not rekindle a spark of life in those dull, glassy eyes. What was she thinking of, if she thought at all? What memory vacillated to and fro in that vacant brain?
"You have come to consult me about Marsa," said Andras, unconsciously glad to pronounce her name. "Yes," began the General, becoming suddenly intimidated, "of of Marsa. She is very ill-Marsa is. Very ill. Stupor, Fargeas says. She does not say a word-nothing. A regular automaton! It is terrible to see her terrible terrible."
But, with a strong effort of will, he remained motionless where he was. Old Vogotzine seemed very ill at ease. Dr. Fargeas was very calm; and, after a questioning glance at his colleague, he said distinctly to the Prince: "Now you must show yourself!" The physician's order, far from displeasing Zilah, was like music in his ears.
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