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Updated: May 24, 2025
It must not be thought that the scene in "The Talisman" where Saladin cures the King of England is a fiction. Halpersohn possesses a silk purse which he steeps in water till the liquid is slightly colored; certain fevers yield immediately when the patient has drunk the prescribed dose of it. The virtue of plants, according to his man, is infinite, and the cure of the worst diseases possible.
The old man sat playing with his snuff-box and looking at his daughter in silent ecstasy. "To-morrow, madame," said Godefroid, when the music ceased; "to-morrow your fate will be decided. I bring you good news. The celebrated Halpersohn is coming to see you at three o'clock in the afternoon. He has promised," added Godefroid in a low voice to Monsieur Bernard, "to tell me the exact truth."
"I know them," said Halpersohn, putting the ten gold pieces into his pocket. "He'll inquire of them," thought Godefroid. "Where is the patient?" asked the doctor, rising like a man who knows the value of time. "This way, monsieur," said Godefroid, preceding him to show the way.
And he fixed on his visitor a look which had the inquisitive, piercing expression of the eyes of a Polish Jew, eyes which seem to have ears of their own. Halpersohn was, to Godefroid's great astonishment, a man of fifty-six years of age, with small bow-legs, and a broad, powerful chest and shoulders.
Godefroid was told that Halpersohn had returned during the night, but had been obliged to go out at once to visit patients who were awaiting him. The porter told Godefroid to come the next day before nine o'clock in the morning.
We will find some way of paying Halpersohn." "Oh! if my daughter be cured I will make a sacrifice I can make but once," cried the old man. "I will sell the pear I have kept for a thirsty day." "You shall keep the pair " "Oh, youth! youth!" exclaimed Monsieur Bernard, shaking his head. "Adieu, monsieur; or rather, au revoir.
When he again went to the house, the porter told him that Monsieur Halpersohn had returned, gone to bed, was asleep, and could not be disturbed. The poor father, in despair, wandered along the quay and under the frost-laden trees of the Cours-la-reine, waiting for daylight.
"Is dead;" said Monsieur Bernard. "Was she very fair?" said Halpersohn, showing a slight impatience at being interrupted. "Here is her portrait," said Monsieur Bernard, unhooking from the wall a handsome frame which enclosed several fine miniatures. Halpersohn felt the head and handled the hair of the patient while he looked at the portrait of Vanda Tarlowska, born Countess Sobolewska.
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