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 to the bedside, lifted the unconscious man's eyelids, felt his pulse, and uncovered his chest, applying his ear to it. "This is a serious case," he said at the close of his examination.
Mademoiselle Marguerite, who had followed his
movements with the most poignant anxiety, could not repress a sob. "But all hope is not lost, is it,

monsieur?" she asked in a beseeching voice, with hands clasped in passionate entreaty. "You will save him, will
you not--you will save him?" "One may always hope for the best." This was the doctor's only answer. He had drawn his case of instruments

from his pocket, and was testing the points of his lancets on the tip of his finger. When he had found

one to his liking: "I must ask
you, mademoiselle," said he, "to order these women to retire, and to retire yourself.

The men will remain to assist me, if I require help." She obeyed
submissively,
but instead of returning
to her own room, she remained in the hall, seating herself upon the lower step of the staircase near the door, counting
the seconds, and drawing a thousand conjectures from the slightest sound.
Meanwhile, inside the room, the physician was proceeding slowly, not from temperament however, but from principle. Dr. Jodon--for
such was his name--was an ambitious man who played a part. Educated by a "prince of science," more celebrated for the money he gained than for the cures he effected, he copied his master's