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Updated: August 17, 2024
The philosopher was waiting for them at the door. "Esperance, my dear," he said, "Doctor Potain is here with the Duke de Morlay-La-Branche. Your mother met them at the Palais, just as they had landed from the boat and were looking for a carriage." "Very well, father, I must change my things and I will be with you as quickly as possible."
She inclined her head slowly and went straight up to Doctor Potain, thanking him for coming, and apologizing for having kept him waiting. Potain led her into her parents' room. He was much disturbed by the uneven beating of her heart, stormier than he had ever heard it. "That is because I just rushed foolishly on my bicycle to see you, Doctor. I recognized you a long way off. So...."
And if that should be so, I swear there's no known or unknown form of torture I wouldn't undergo to get the old fool to introduce me to the man who composed the sonata; starting with the torture of the old fool's company, which would be ghastly." The painter understood that Vinteuil was seriously ill at the moment, and that Dr. Potain despaired of his life. "What!" cried Mme.
A friend of the family, Doctor Bertaud, noticed alarming symptoms in the girl, most prevalent between five and seven o'clock each evening. He could not ascertain the cause, but persuaded the philosopher to take her to Doctor Potain, a celebrated heart specialist. Madame Darbois took Esperance for an examination.
After the recent excitement at the Conservatoire, following the competition, Esperance was delighted to act upon the Doctor's advice to leave Paris. Doctor Potain had told the philosopher that it was absolutely imperative that his daughter should have two or three months of absolute quiet. He suggested the mountains; but Esperance would have none of them.
The wedding, solemnized in the little church of Sauzen, at Belle-Isle-en-Mer, was very private. Maurice had for witnesses his uncle, Francois Darbois, and the Marquis de Montagnac, with whom he had become great friends. Doctor Potain and the Duke de Morlay-La-Branche were witnesses for Genevieve. The Dowager Duchess and the Princess de Bernecourt were present.
Genevieve had attached herself very strongly to the first of these sweet women, and Maurice had made a conquest of the Princess by painting her an admirable portrait. The sight of the Duke made the invalid exuberant with joy. She constantly forgot her duties as maid of honour to draw near the loved being. Doctor Potain watched her closely, and made a thorough examination.
Doctor Potain had recommended a great deal of physical exercise for the patient, to counteract the excess of mental work which had weakened her heart. "Riding, fishing, walking, tennis," the great specialist had said to Francois Darbois, "will be the best thing for your daughter, and," pressing his hand, "let her get married as soon as possible."
Verdurin, "Do people still call in Potain?" "Ah! Mme. Verdurin," Cottard simpered, "you forget that you are speaking of one of my colleagues I should say, one of my masters." The painter had heard, somewhere, that Vinteuil was threatened with the loss of his reason. And he insisted that signs of this could be detected in certain passages in the sonata.
"All the world has not the candour of a Count Styvens," he said. This unfortunate sentence exactly answered a fleeting thought that was passing in Esperance's brain. "So much the worse for 'all the world," she said quietly and left him. Her father and Doctor Potain came in at this moment. "What are you plotting against me?" she said, going up to them. Francois caressed her velvet cheek.
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