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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.
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.
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.
All at once the Prince felt a sensation as of a heavy hand resting upon his heart. Fargeas had exclaimed: "There she is!" He pointed, through the branches of the lilac-bushes, to two women who were approaching with slow steps, one a light-haired woman in a nurse's dress, and the other in black garments, as if in mourning for her own life, Marsa herself. Marsa!
He wondered if it were not better to retrace his steps and depart hastily without seeing her. "This way," said Fargeas. "We can see through the bushes without being seen, can we not, Sims?" "Yes, doctor." Zilah resigned himself to his fate; and followed the physicians without saying a word; he could hear the panting respiration of Vogotzine trudging along behind him.
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.
The Prince saw, coming to him, with a slow but not heavy step, Marsa no, another Marsa, the spectre or statue of Marsa. Fargeas made a sign to Vogotzine, and the Russian and the two doctors concealed themselves behind the trees. Zilah, trembling with emotion, remained alone in the middle of the walk. The nurse who attended Marsa, had doubtless received instructions from Dr.
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.
He thinks that he is the enchanter Merlin, and he listens to Vivian, who makes appointments with him under the trees." As they passed the old man, his neck imprisoned in a high stock, his surtout cut long and very tight in the waist, and his trousers very full about the hips and very close about the ankles, he bowed politely. "Good-morning, Doctor Sims! Good-morning, Doctor Fargeas!"
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.
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