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"Very well," said Vaucorbeil, "since you hesitate between a man furnished with a diploma " Pécuchet sneered. "Why do you laugh?" "Because a diploma is not always an argument." The doctor saw himself attacked in his means of livelihood, in his prerogative, in his social importance. His wrath gave itself full vent.
Vaucorbeil watched him, then, with a fillip, knocked off his cap. Pécuchet recovered his faculties. "I suspected as much," said the physician; "the glazed peak hypnotises you like a mirror; and this phenomenon is not rare with persons who look at a shining substance too attentively."
"No, sir, you have no right to show us crime without putting beside it a corrective without presenting to us a lesson." Vaucorbeil thought also that art ought to have an object to aim at the improvement of the masses. "Let us chant science, our discoveries, patriotism," and he broke into admiration of Casimir Delavigne. Madame Bordin praised the Marquis de Foudras.
Above some oats in a by-path appeared a felt hat: it was that of M. Vaucorbeil on his mare. Bouvard and Marcel called out to him. The crisis was drawing to an end when the physician arrived. In order to examine Pécuchet he lifted his cap, and perceiving a forehead covered with coppery marks: "Ha! ha! Fructus belli! Those are love-spots, my fine fellow! Take care of yourself.
"What right have we to go there? That would be to let loose Europe against us. No imprudence!" And everybody approving of this, the two Poles held their tongues. On another occasion, Vaucorbeil spoke in favour of Ledru-Rollin's circulars. Foureau retorted with a reference to the forty-five centimes. "But the government," said Pécuchet, "has suppressed slavery." "What does slavery matter to me?"
The old servant informed them that this was M. Vaucorbeil, a doctor of some reputation in the district. She mentioned that the other people of note were the Comte de Faverges, formerly a deputy, and an extensive owner of land and cattle; M. Foureau, who sold wood, plaster, all sorts of things; M. Marescot, the notary; the Abbé Jeufroy; and the widow Bordin, who lived on her private income.
She wished to buy the Ecalles from him. Bouvard experienced a kind of chilling sensation, and he hurried towards Pécuchet's room. Pécuchet did not know what reply to make. He was in an anxious frame of mind, as M. Vaucorbeil was to be there presently. At length Madame Bordin arrived.
And a dispute ensued as to the nature of fevers. Pécuchet believed that they were essential in themselves; Vaucorbeil made them dependent on our bodily organs. "Therefore, I remove everything that might excite them excessively." "But regimen weakens the vital principle." "What twaddle are you talking with your vital principle? What is it? Who has seen it?" Pécuchet got confused.
They prepared it by vigorously encircling it with many pressures. A bench was placed underneath. Their clients sat in a row, and the results obtained there were so marvellous that, in order to get the better of Vaucorbeil, they invited him to a séance along with the leading personages of the locality. Not one failed to attend.
Afterwards it was refused in succession by Halanzier, Vaucorbeil, and Ritt and Gailhard, who decided to take it only after they had heard it sung by that admirable singer Rosine Bloch. But to return to Le Timbre d'Argent. I was again on the street with my score under my arm. About that time Vizentini revived the Théâtre-Lyrique.
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