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"Well, what have you heard?" he asked. "Only that she was Paul Patoff's mother," I answered. "Nothing else?" "Nothing." "And how did you come by the information, if you please?" he inquired. "Very simply. Paul Patoff volunteered to tell me that you had been his mother's physician for some time.
I mean that he had the delicate beauty of a woman combined with the activity and dash of a man. I saw how the lightness, the alternate indolence and reckless excitement, of such a nature must act upon a man of Paul Patoff's character.
There was a light above the eastern hills, brightening quickly as we looked, and presently the full moon rose and shed her rays through the low open windows, making our faces look white and deathly in the dark room. It shone on Madame Patoff's marble features, and cast strange shadows around her mouth. "Shall we have lights?" I asked.
That a mother should dislike her child offends our feelings and our conceptions of human sympathy; but that a mother should wantonly and without evidence accuse her son of a fearful crime, and be his only accuser, is a sin against humanity itself, and our reason revolts against it as much as our heart. It was hopeless to attempt an explanation of Madame Patoff's state of mind.
Indeed, there was something exaggerated in Madame Patoff's love for the girl, as there appeared to be in everything she really felt.
"Yes perhaps so though I do not see what the two can have in common," I answered. "Macaulay can hardly have much sympathy for Patoff's peculiarities, however much he may like the man himself." "Macaulay is very young, although he has seen something of the world. He has not outgrown the age which mistakes eccentricity for genius and bad temper for boldness. We shall see, we shall see very soon.
"Dear aunt Annie," she began, sitting down beside the deep chair, and laying her hand on Madame Patoff's apathetic fingers, "dear aunt Annie, I have something to tell you, and I am sure you will listen to me." "Yes," answered the lady, in her mechanical voice. "Aunt Annie, Paul is still here. I love him, and we are going to be married." "No," said Madame Patoff, in the same tone as before.
The excitement outside of Madame Patoff's room was intense. But the Herr Doctor, as the landlord called Cutter, had admitted no one but the maid, and as yet had not given any news of the patient. The little group stood in the passage a long time before Cutter came out.
Paul had a new enemy in the professor, who would certainly try and help Alexander, in order to continue his experiments upon Madame Patoff's mind. Poor Paul! He seemed to be persecuted by an evil fate, and I pitied him sincerely. It was Saturday afternoon, and my preparations for my little tea-party were complete.
It seemed madness on my own part to doubt the evidence before me, the evidence of attendants trained to the duty of watching lunatics, the assurances of a man who had grown famous by studying diseases of the brain as Professor Cutter had, the unanimous opinion of Madame Patoff's family. How could they all be mistaken?
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