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You can have some wine and cakes. Is the bottle empty? Well, we will not be proud; we will have pity on your glass." The beer being done, the Doctor chafed bitterly while Jean-Marie finished his cakes. "I burn to be gone," he said, looking at his watch. "Good God, how slow you eat!" And yet to eat slowly was his own particular prescription, the main secret of longevity!
Now," changing his tone, "suppose that sky to become suddenly of a live and fiery amber, like the colour of clear coals, and growing scarlet towards the top I do not say it would be any the less beautiful; but would you like it as well?" "I suppose not," answered Jean-Marie. "Neither do I like you," returned the Doctor roughly.
I leave the case in his hands; but of course, on any alarming symptom, above all if there should be a sign of rally, do not hesitate to knock me up. I am a doctor no longer, I thank God; but I have been one. Good-night, madame. Good sleep to you, Jean-Marie." Doctor Desprez always rose early.
For this prospective change, Jean-Marie it may probably have shocked you. Tell me now, did it not strike you as an inconsistency? Confess it is useless to dissemble it pained you? 'Yes, said the boy. 'You see, returned the Doctor, with sublime fatuity, 'I read your thoughts! Nor am I surprised your education is not yet complete; the higher duties of men have not been yet presented to you fully.
He looked right and left, and there was Desprez, standing in a niche between two boulders, and looking round on his adopted son with a countenance as white as paper. "A viper!" cried Jean-Marie, running towards him. "A viper! You are bitten!" The Doctor came down heavily out of the cleft, and advanced in silence to meet the boy, whom he took roughly by the shoulder.
Of course I pass over your nonsense about gangs and landscape-painters. For me, that is a dream. Who was in the house last night?" "None but ourselves," replied the Doctor. "And this young gentleman?" asked Casimir, jerking a nod in the direction of Jean-Marie. "He too" the Doctor bowed. "Well; and, if it is a fair question, who is he?" pursued the brother-in-law.
"I spoil you," she said, and gave him her hand. He covered it with kisses. Jean-Marie escaped into the night. The moon swung high over Gretz. He went down to the garden end and sat on the jetty. The river ran by with eddies of oily silver, and a low monotonous song. Faint veils of mist moved among the poplars on the farther side. The reeds were quietly nodding.
On one of the posts before Tentaillon's carriage entry he espied a little dark figure perched in a meditative attitude, and immediately recognised Jean-Marie. 'Aha! he said, stopping before him humorously, with a hand on either knee. 'So we rise early in the morning, do we? It appears to me that we have all the vices of a philosopher. The boy got to his feet and made a grave salutation.
The wretched Anastasie, who had never been ill in the whole course of her existence, and whose soul recoiled from remedies, wept floods of tears as she sipped, and shuddered, and protested, and then was bullied and shouted at until she sipped again. As for Jean-Marie, he took his portion down with stoicism.
Until the sun of the Positive arose, the wise man had to make his choice between these two." "I have been a buffoon, of course," observed Jean-Marie. "I cannot imagine you to have excelled in your profession," said the doctor, admiring the boy's gravity. "Do you ever laugh?" "Oh, yes," replied the other. "I laugh often. I am very fond of jokes." "Singular being!" said Desprez.
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