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Fargeas, "but the real never loses its grip. Why does this monomaniac preserve both the garments of his youth, which prevent him from feeling his age, and the dream of his life, which consoles him for his lost reason? Because he is rich. He can pay the tailor who dresses him, the rent of the pavilion he inhabits by himself, and the special servants who serve him. If he were poor, he would suffer."
"Yes, yes; and speak to you. You see, you are the only one for whom " The Prince interrupted the General, who instantly became as mute as if he were in the presence of the Czar. "It is well. But what Doctor Fargeas asks of me will cause me intense suffering." Vogotzine did not open his lips. "See her again? He wishes to revive all my sorrow, then!" Vogotzine waited, motionless as if on parade.
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?
"There! There! Look at her!" exclaimed the old man. Fargeas, without listening to the General, approached Marsa, and placed her in a chair near the window. He looked in her eyes, and placed his hand upon her burning forehead; but Marsa made no movement. "Are you in pain?" he asked, gently.
He was a little flushed, not knowing exactly how to begin what he had to say; and, being sober, he was terribly afraid of appearing, like an idiot. "This is what is the matter," he said, plunging at once in medias res. "Doctor Fargeas, who sent me, might have come himself; but he thought that I, being her uncle, should "
He stroked his moustache mechanically, and glanced about the garden they were crossing, as if he expected to see Marsa at once. Dr. Fargeas appeared very much pleased to see the Prince, and he thanked him warmly for having come. A thin, light-haired man, with a pensive look and superb eyes, accompanied Fargeas, and the physician introduced him to the Prince as Dr. Sims. Dr.
So Marsa was now the patient, almost the prisoner, of Dr. Sims! The orders of Dr. Fargeas had been executed. She was in an insane asylum, and Andras, despite himself, felt filled with pity as he thought of it. But the red mark surrounded both this first "Echo of Paris," and the one which followed it; and Zilah, impelled now by eager curiosity, proceeded with his reading.
The Prince would not have refused his pity to the lowest of human beings; and so, never mind what his sufferings might be, if his presence could do any good, he must obey the doctor. "When does Doctor Fargeas wish me to go?" "Whenever you choose. The doctor is just now at Vaugirard, on a visit to his colleague, and " "Do not let us keep him waiting!" Vogotzine's eyes brightened.
It was said that Marsa had been attacked by an hereditary nervous malady; and in proof of this were cited the visits made at Maisons-Lafitte by Dr. Fargeas, the famous physician of Salpetriere, who had been summoned in consultation with Dr. Villandry.
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.
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