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But his reply held nothing beyond a bare statement. "This matter is extremely urgent. I propose to catch a night train to Paris and be back by to-morrow evening. Is there anything I can do for you before I go?" "I have everything ... but my sight." "And that, Dr Hegelmann will give you within the month!" he affirmed.
"Then I'll say good-bye for the present. I mustn't stay longer or Dr. Hegelmann will call me over the coals. I have to remember that you're not altogether strong again yet. So I'll say good-bye now and call again to-morrow morning." "Good-bye." "Do you like lilies? I must send you some. As I passed a florist's in the Wilhelmstrasse I saw some splendid tiger-lilies. Good-bye, my dear."
"My dear Barrèze," she dictated slowly, "you must find someone else to paint your scenes of Provence. I am blinded for life " "Don't ask me to write that!" "I am blinded for life," she continued with the clear tones of one whose mental vision sees the future unveiled. "They want me to go to Hegelmann at Wiesbaden. He is a great man, and will do for me all that surgical skill can do.
If you write the letter I dictate, she'll come!" "If she came, it would only exhaust you and hinder your recovery. Dr Hegelmann would certainly not allow it if he knew. He's given me strict orders to chase away worry from you." "It would worry me still more not to write that letter.... I shall be fighting for you, and that will help me to get back my sight. Please!"
"Such seeming contradiction comes from elision. One leaves out the train of thought in between. Between you and me there's no need for the lengthy explanation. There's scarcely need for words at all." "But yet I love to hear you speak. Your words heal." "Dr Hegelmann is shrewd as well as marvellously skilful. He said to me to-day: 'I can see you are obeying orders.
Rivière judged it advisable to return to England, and there to wait for overtures on the part of Larssen. He had taken ticket for London, and was preparing for travel, when two letters reached him, from Olive and Elaine. The latter gave him a keen thrill of pleasure. It was written by Elaine herself, and this was proof indeed of the miracle of surgery wrought by Dr Hegelmann.
But I shall have a fair measure of sight. Dr. Hegelmann promises it." "Still, it's best not to raise one's hopes too high. Doctors have to be optimistic as part of their trade. I remember one very sad case where " Olive stopped herself abruptly as though her tongue had run away with her. "Pardon me I was forgetting." "I know," affirmed Elaine happily. "You know what?"
Come, you must lie down again and keep quiet." There was a brisk rap at the door, and Dr. Hegelmann came in to see how his patient was progressing. "What's this?" he exclaimed, seeing Elaine standing up and the nurse trying to persuade her to return to her couch. "Doctor, please let me telephone!" "To whom?" "To Mr Rivière. I must speak to him quickly I must!"
"You mean Hegelmann?" "None other." "It would not be possible for him to travel to here?" The doctor shook his head decisively. "Only for kings does he travel. He has too many patients in his surgical home at Wiesbaden who need him daily." "When will mademoiselle be able to make the journey?" "Within the week, I hope."
Elaine stood hatless while the wanton breeze caressed her glorious hair and caught at her skirts with careless familiarity. She threw her arms wide as she cried joyously to Clifford: "Just to be able to see all this!" "Thanks to Dr Hegelmann." "I'm glad your work is for science. Some day you'll be able to give to others in return for what science has given to me." "Indeed I hope so."
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