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tenderness.
As soon as she had reentered her apartment, she undressed herself in a few seconds and buried herself in her bed, hiding her head under the clothes; then she wept. She wept with her face pressed against the pillow for a long, long time, inert, annihilated. She did not think, she did not suffer, she did not regret. She wept without thinking, without reflecting, without knowing why. She wept instinctively as one sings when one feels gay. Then, when her tears were exhausted, overwhelmed, paralyzed with sobbing, she fell asleep from fatigue and lassitude.
She was awakened by light taps at the door of her room, which looked out on the drawingroom. It was broad daylight, as it was nine o’clock.
“Come in,” she cried.
And her husband presented himself, joyous, animated, wearing a traveling-cap and carrying by his side his little money-bag, which he was never without while on a journey.
He exclaimed: “What? You were sleeping still, my dear! And I had to awaken you. There you are! I arrived without announcing myself. I hope you are going on well. It is superb weather in Paris.”
And having taken off his cap, he advanced to embrace her. She drew herself away toward the wall, seized by a wild fear, by a nervous dread of this little man, with his smug, rosy countenance, who had stretched out his lips toward her.
Then, abruptly, she offered him her forehead, while she closed her eyes. He planted there a chaste kiss, and asked: “Will you allow me to wash in your dressing-room? As no one attended on me to-day, my room was not prepared.”
She stammered: “Why, certainly.”
And he disappeared through a door at the end of the bed.
She heard him moving about, splashing, snorting; then he cried: “What news here? For my part, I have splendid news. The analysis of the water has given unexpected results. We can cure at least three times more patients than they can at Royat. It is superb!”
She was sitting in the bed, suffocating, her brain overwrought by this unforeseen return, which hurt her like a physical pain and gripped her like a pang of remorse. He reappeared, self-satisfied, spreading around him a strong odor of verbena. Then he sat down familiarly at the foot of the bed, and asked: “And the paralytic? How is he going on? Is he beginning to walk? It is not possible that he is not cured with what we found in the water!”
She had forgotten all about it for several days, and she faltered: “Why, I — I believe he is beginning to walk better. Besides, I have not seen him this week. I — I am a little unwell.”
He looked at her with interest, and returned: “It is true, you are a little pale. All the same, it becomes you very well. You look charming thus — quite charming.”
And he drew nearer, and bending toward her was about to pass one arm into the bed under her waist.
But she made such a backward movement of terror that he remained stupefied, with his hands extended and his mouth held toward her. Then he asked: “What’s the matter with you nowadays? One cannot touch you any longer. I assure you I do not intend to hurt you.”
And he pressed close to her eagerly, with a glow of sudden desire in his eyes. Then she stammered: “No — let me be — let me be! The fact is, I believe — I believe I am pregnant!”
She had said this, maddened by the mental agony she was enduring, without thinking about her words, to avoid his touch, just as she would have said: “I have leprosy, or the plague.”
He grew pale in his turn, moved by a profound joy; and he merely murmured: “Already!” He yearned now to embrace her a long time, softly, tenderly, as a happy and grateful father. Then, he was seized with uneasiness.
“Is it possible? — What? — Are you sure? — So soon?”
She replied: “Yes — it is possible!”
Then he jumped about the room, and rubbing his hands, exclaimed: “Christi! Christi! What a happy day!”
There was another tap at the door. Andermatt opened it, and a chambermaid said to him: “Doctor Latonne would like to speak to Monsieur immediately.”
“All right. Bring him into our drawingroom.
I am going there.”
He hurried away to the adjoining apartment. The doctor presently appeared. His face had a solemn look, and his manner was starched and cold. He bowed, touched the hand which the banker, a little surprised, held toward him, took a seat, and explained in the tone of a second in an affair of honor: “A very disagreeable matter has arisen with reference to me, my dear Monsieur, and, in order to explain my conduct, I must give you an account of it. When you did me the honor to call me in to see Madame Andermatt, I hastened to come at the appointed hour; now it has transpired that, a few minutes before me, my brother-physician, the medical inspector, who, no doubt, inspires more confidence in the lady, had been sent for, owing to the attentions of the Marquis de Ravenel.
“The result of this is that, having been the second to see her I create the impression of having taken by a trick from Doctor Bonnefille a patient who already belonged to him — I create the impression of having committed an indelicate act, one unbecoming and unjustifiable from one member of the profession toward another. Now it is necessary for us to carry, Monsieur, into the exercise of our art certain precautions and unusual tact in order to avoid every collision which might lead to grave consequences. Doctor Bonnefille, having been apprised of my visit here, believing me capable of this want of delicacy, appearances being in fact against me, has spoken about me in such terms that, were it not for his age, I would have found myself compelled to demand an explanation from him. There remains for me only one thing to do, in order to exculpate myself in his eyes, and in the eyes of the entire medical body of the country, and that is to cease, to my great regret, to give my professional attentions to your wife, and to make the entire truth about this matter known, begging of you in the meantime to accept my excuses.” Andermatt replied with embarrassment:
“I understand perfectly well, doctor, the difficult situation in which you find yourself. The fault is not mine or my wife’s, but that of my father-in-law, who called in M. Bonnefille without giving us notice. Could I not go to look for your brother-doctor, and tell him?— “
Doctor Latonne interrupted him: “It is useless, my dear Monsieur. There is here a question of dignity and professional honor, which I am bound to respect before everything, and, in spite of my lively regrets— “
Andermatt, in his turn, interrupted him. The rich man, the man who pays, who buys a prescription for five, ten, twenty, or forty francs, as he does a box of matches for three sous, to whom everything should belong by the power of his purse, and who only appreciates beings and objects in virtue of an assimilation of their value with that of money, of a relation, rapid and direct, established between coined metal and everything else in the world, was irritated at the presumption of this vendor of remedies on paper. He said in a stiff tone:
“Be it so, doctor. Let us stop where we are. But I trust for your own sake that this step may not have a damaging influence on your career. We shall see, indeed, which of us two shall have the most to suffer from your decision.”
The physician, offended, rose up and bowing with the utmost politeness, said: “I have no doubt, Monsieur, it is I who will suffer. That which I have done to-day is very painful to me from every point of view. But I never hesitate between my interests and my conscience.”
And he went out. As he emerged through the open door, he knocked against the Marquis, who was entering, with a letter in his hand. And M. de Ravenel exclaimed, as soon as he was alone with his son-in-law: “Look here, my dear fellow! this is a very troublesome thing, which has happened me through your fault. Doctor Bonnefille, hurt by the circumstance that you sent for his brother-physician to see Christiane, has written me a note couched in very dry language informing me that I cannot count any longer on his professional services.”
Thereupon, Andermatt got quite annoyed. He walked up and down, excited