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It was, to be concluded that this young surgeon-physician's first visit to the Rue Fossette would be the last. The respectable Dr. Pillule being expected home the next day, there appeared no reason why his temporary substitute should again represent him; but the Fates had written their decree to the contrary. Dr.
Rose assisted in helping him into the drawing room of the establishment which was a very wretched drawing-room indeed. There was a leather lounge wheeled up before a large fire, and thereon the injured gentleman was laid. Doctor Pillule had not yet arrived, and old Jacques stood waiting further orders. "Jacques, fetch a chair. That is right; put it up here, near me. Now you can go.
It was chiefly at the solicitation of Father Francis that he had consented. "Dr. Pillule is superannuated," said the young priest, "and old-fashioned, and obstinately prejudiced against all modern innovations, at the best. We want a new man among us particularly now that this fever is spreading."
"Monsieur will be what you call it all right, when Dr. Pillule comes." "Might I ask but, perhaps it would be asking too much?" the stranger said, looking at Rose. "What is it?" "Will you not return with us, and hear whether Dr. Pillule thinks my life in danger?" Rose laughed. "I never heard of any one dying from a sprained ankle.
I have often admired the way you soften your refusals. 'Le seigneur Jupiter sait dorer la pillule' there, that's Moliere." "Well, I suppose I must say " "Let me see what HE says first." She scanned the letter closely, to see whether there was any thing that could point to Henry Little. But there was not a word to indicate he feared a rival, though the letter was any thing but presumptuous.
Meantime I had cut the child's sleeve from its arm, undressed and put it to bed. "I will not you: I will Dr. Pillule!" "And Dr. Pillule is my very good friend," was the answer, in perfect English; "but he is busy at a place three leagues off, and I am come in his stead.
I'll never fly to the rescue of another damsel in distress as long as I live, if you don't." "But every day! Once a week will be enough." "If you insult me by coming once a week, I'll issue orders not to admit you. Promise, Miss Danton; here comes Doctor Pillule." "I promise, then. There, I never gave you permission to kiss my hand."
"Let us try if we cannot help you on to the sled." "You are very kind," replied the stranger, laughing and accepting. "It is worth while having a sprained ankle, after all." Rose and old Jacques got him on the sled between them though his lips were white with suppressed pain in the effort. "I sent Jean Baptiste for Dr. Pillule," said old Jacques as he started the mare.
It must be admitted that appearances did not wholly discountenance this idea; Madame seemed so bent on retaining his services, so oblivious of her former protege, Pillule. She made, too, such a point of personally receiving his visits, and was so unfailingly cheerful, blithe, and benignant in her manner to him.
Pillule had been there and seen to Monsieur's ankle. Monsieur was doing very well, only not able to stand up yet." Rose found Monsieur half asleep before the fire, and looking as handsome as ever in his slumber. He started up at her entrance, holding out both hands. "Mon ange! I thought you were never coming. I was falling into despair." "Falling into despair means falling asleep, I presume.
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