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"No, no," responded Fargeas; "we have only killed her stupor. Now leave her to us. Am I not right, my dear Sims? She can and must be cured!" Prince Andras had heard no news of Varhely for a long time. He only knew that the Count was in Vienna. Yanski had told the truth when he said that he had been summoned away by his friend, Angelo Valla.
Fargeas cast a keen glance at the girl, whose eyes, burning with inward fire, alone seemed to be living. "Madame," said the doctor, quietly, when the General had made a sign to his niece to listen to the stranger, "General Vogotzine has told me that you were suffering. I am a physician. Will you do me the honor and the kindness to answer my questions?"
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.
The memory of himself, or of the other? He must know, he must know! "This way," said Dr. Sims. "We will go to the end of the alley, and meet her face to face." "Courage!" whispered Fargeas. Zilah followed; and, in a few steps, they reached the end of the alley, and stood beneath a clump of leafy trees.
"No, no," responded Fargeas; "we have only killed her stupor. Now leave her to us. Am I not right, my dear Sims? She can and must be cured!" Prince Andras had heard no news of Varhely for a long time. He only knew that the Count was in Vienna. Yanski had told the truth when he said that he had been summoned away by his friend, Angelo Valla.
"No, no," responded Fargeas; "we have only killed her stupor. Now leave her to us. Am I not right, my dear Sims? She can and must be cured!" Prince Andras had heard no news of Varhely for a long time. He only knew that the Count was in Vienna. Yanski had told the truth when he said that he had been summoned away by his friend, Angelo Valla.
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 "
"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.
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."
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