is entirely ignorant of the cause of this nervous affection, which
comes and goes, appears and disappears--"and," he adds, "we have decided
that it is altogether nervous."
"Is it very dangerous?" asks Caroline, anxiously.
"Not at all. How do you lie at night?"
"Doubled up in a heap."
"Good. On which side?"
"The left."
"Very well. How many mattresses are there on your bed?"
"Three."
"Good. Is there a spring bed?"
"Yes."
"What is the spring bed stuffed with?"
"Horse hair."
"Capital. Let me see you walk. No, no, naturally, and as if we weren't
looking at you."
Caroline walks like Fanny Elssler, communicating the most Andalusian
little motions to her tournure.
"Do you feel a sensation of heaviness in your knees?"
"Well, no--" she returns to her place. "Ah, no that I think of it, it
seems to me that I do."
"Good. Have you been in the house a good deal lately?"
"Oh, yes, sir, a great deal too much--and alone."
"Good. I thought so. What do you wear on your head at night?"
"An embroidered night-cap, and sometimes a handkerchief over it."
"Don't you feel a heat there, a slight perspiration?"
"How can I, when I'm asleep?"
"Don't you find your night-cap moist on your forehead, when you wake
up?"
"Sometimes."
"Capital. Give me your hand."
The doctor takes out his watch.
"Did I tell you that I have a vertigo?" asks Caroline.
"Hush!" says the doctor, counting the pulse. "In the evening?"
"No, in the morning."
"Ah, bless me, a vertigo in the morning," says the doctor, looking at
Adolphe.
"The Duke of G. has not gone to London," says the great physician, while
examining Caroline's skin, "and there's a good deal to be said about it
in the Faubourg St. Germain."
"Have you patients there?" asks Caroline.
"Nearly all my patients are there. Dear me, yes; I've got seven to see
this morning; some of them are in danger."
"What do you think of me, sir?" says Caroline.
"Madame, you need attention, a great deal of attention, you must take
quieting liquors, plenty of syrup of gum, a mild diet, white meat, and a
good deal of exercise."
"There go twenty francs," says Adolphe to himself with a smile.
The great physician takes Adolphe by the arm, and draws him out with
him, as he takes his leave: Caroline follows them on tiptoe.
"My dear sir," says the great physician, "I have just prescribed very
insufficiently for your wife. I did not wish to frighten her: this
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