"No doubt he was mad, my dear child. But it is a question of determining whether he was madder than other men. The entire history of humanity, replete with tortures, ecstasies, and ma.s.sacres, is the history of raving, demented creatures."
"Doctor," inquired Constantin Marc, "are you by chance one of those who do not admire War? It is nevertheless a magnificent thing, when you come to think of it. The animals merely eat one another. Men have conceived the idea of beautiful ma.s.sacres. They have learnt to kill one another in glittering cuira.s.ses, in helmets topped with plumes, or maned with scarlet. By the use of artillery, and the art of fortification, they have introduced chemistry and mathematics among the necessary means of destruction. War is a sublime invention. And, since the extermination of human beings appears to us the only object of life, the wisdom of man resides in this, that he has made this extermination a delight and a splendour. After all, doctor, you cannot deny that murder is a law of nature, and that it is consequently divine."
To which Dr. Socrates replied:
"We are only miserable animals, and yet we are our own providence and our own G.o.ds. The lower animals, whose immemorial reign preceded our own upon this planet, have transformed it by their genius and their courage.
The insects have traced roads, excavated the soil, hollowed the trunks of trees and rocks, built dwellings, founded cities, metamorphosed the soil, the air, and the waters. The labour of the humblest of these, that of the madrepores, has created islands and continents. Every material change produces a moral change, since morals depend upon environment.
The transformation to which man in his turn has subjected the earth is undoubtedly more profound and more harmonious than the transformation wrought by other animals. Why should not humanity succeed in changing nature to the extent of making it pacific? Why should not humanity, miserably puny though it is and will be, succeed, some day, in suppressing, or at least in controlling the struggle for life? Why indeed should not humanity abolish the law of murder? We may expect a great deal from chemistry. Yet I do not guarantee anything. It is possible that our race will persist in melancholy, delirium, mania, dementia, and stupor until its lamentable end amid ice and darkness.
This world is perhaps irremediably wicked. At all events, I shall have got plenty of amus.e.m.e.nt out of it. It affords those who are in it an interesting spectacle, and I am beginning to think that Chevalier was madder than the rest in that he voluntarily left his seat."
Nanteuil took a pen from the desk, and held it out, dipped in ink, to the doctor.
He began to write:
"Having been called on several occasions to attend----"
He interrupted himself to ask Chevalier"s Christian name.
"Aime," replied Nanteuil.
"Aime Chevalier, I have noticed in his system certain disorders of sensibility, vision and motor control, ordinary indications of----"
He went to fetch a book from a shelf of his library.
"It"s a thousand chances that I shall find something to confirm my diagnosis in the lectures of Professor Ball on mental diseases."
He turned over the leaves of the book.
"Just see, my dear Romilly, this is what I find to begin with; in the eighteenth lecture, page 389: "Many madmen are to be met with among actors." This remark of Professor Ball"s reminds me that the celebrated Cabanis one day asked Dr. Esprit Blanche whether the stage was not a cause of madness."
"Really?" asked Romilly uneasily.
"Not a doubt of it," replied Trublet. "But listen to what Professor Ball says on the same page. "It is an incontestable fact that medical men are excessively predisposed to mental aberration." Nothing is truer. Among medical men, those who are more especially predestined to insanity are the alienists. It is often difficult to determine which of the two is the crazier, the madman or his doctor. People say too that men of genius are p.r.o.ne to insanity. That is certainly the case. Still, a man is not a reasoning being merely because he is an idiot."
After glancing a little further through the pages of Professor Ball"s lectures, he resumed his writing:
"Ordinary indications of maniacal excitement, and, if it be taken into consideration that the subject was of a neuropathic temperament, there is reason to believe that his const.i.tution predisposed him to insanity, which, according to the highest authorities, is merely an exaggeration of the habitual temperament of the individual, and hence it is not possible to credit him with full moral responsibility."
He signed the sheet and handed it to Pradel, saying:
"Here"s something that is innocuous and too devoid of meaning to contain the slightest falsehood."
Pradel rose and said:
"Believe me, my dear doctors we should not have asked you to tell a lie."
"Why not? I am a medical man. I keep a lie-shop. I relieve, I console.
How is it possible to relieve and console without lying?"
Then, with a sympathetic glance at Nanteuil; he added:
"Only women and physicians know how necessary untruthfulness is, and how beneficial to man."
And, as Pradel, Constantin Mate, and Romilly were taking their leave, he said:
"Pray go out by the dining-room. I"ve just received a small cask of old Armagnac. You"ll tell me what you think of it!"
Nanteuil had remained behind in the doctor"s consulting room.
"My little Socrates, I have spent an awful night. I saw him."
"During your sleep?"
"No, when wide awake."
"You are sure you were not sleeping?"
"Quite sure."
He was on the point of asking her if the apparition had spoken to her.
But he left the question unspoken, fearing lest he might suggest to so sensitive a subject those hallucinations of the sense of hearing, which, by reason of their imperious nature, he dreaded far more than visual hallucinations. He was familiar with the docility of the sick in obeying orders given them by voices. Abandoning the idea of questioning Felicie, he resolved, at all hazards, to remove any scruples of conscience which might be troubling her. At the same time, having observed that, generally speaking, the sense of moral responsibility is weak in women, he made no great effort in that direction, and contented himself with remarking lightly:
"My dear child, you must not consider yourself responsible for the death of that poor fellow. A suicide inspired by pa.s.sion is the inevitable termination of a pathological condition. Every individual who commits suicide had to commit suicide. You are merely the incidental cause of an accident, which is, of course, deplorable, but the importance of which should not be exaggerated."
Thinking that he had said enough on this score, he applied himself immediately to dispersing the terrors which surrounded her. He sought to convince her by simple arguments that she was beholding images which had no reality, mere reflections of her own thoughts. In order to ill.u.s.trate his demonstration, he told her a story of a rea.s.suring nature.
"An English physician," he told her, "was attending a lady, like yourself, highly intelligent, who, like yourself, was in the habit of seeing cats under her furniture, and was visited by phantoms. He convinced her that these apparitions corresponded to nothing in reality.
She believed him, and worried herself no longer. One fine day, after a long period of retirement, she reappeared in society, and on entering a drawing-room she saw the lady of the house who, pointing to an arm-chair, begged her to be seated. She also saw, seated in this chair, a crafty-looking old gentleman. She argued to herself that one of the two persons was necessarily a creature of the imagination, and, deciding that the gentleman had no real existence, she sat down on the arm-chair.
On touching the bottom, she drew a long breath. From that day onward, she never again set eyes on any further phantoms, either of man or of beast. When smothering the crafty-looking old gentleman, she had smothered them all--fundamentally."
Felicie shook her head, saying:
"That does not apply to this case."
She meant to say that her own phantom was not a grotesque old man, on whom one could sit, but a jealous dead man who did not pay her visits without some object. But she feared to speak of these things; and, letting her hands fall upon her knees, she held her peace.
Seeing her thus, dejected and crushed, he pointed out that these disorders of the vision were neither rare nor very serious, and that they soon vanished without leaving any traces.
"I myself," he said, "once had a vision."
"You?"
"Yes, I had a vision, some twenty years ago. It was in Egypt."
He noticed that she was looking at him inquiringly, so he began the story of his hallucination, having switched on all the electric lights, in order to disperse the phantoms of darkness.
"In the days when I was practising in Cairo, I was accustomed, in the February of each year, to go up the Nile as far as Luxor, and thence I proceeded, in company with some friends, to visit the tombs and temples in the desert. These trips across the sands are made on donkey-back. The last time I went to Luxor I hired a young donkey-boy, whose white donkey Rameses was stronger than the others. This donkey-boy, whose name was Selim, was also stronger, slenderer, and better looking than the other donkey-boys. He was fifteen years old. His shy, gentle eyes shone from behind a magnificent veil of long black lashes; his brown face was a pure clear-cut oval. He tramped barefoot through the desert with a step which made one think of those dances of warriors of which the Bible speaks. His every movement was graceful; his young animal-like gaiety was charming. As he prodded Rameses" back with the point of his stick, he would chatter to me in a limited vocabulary in which English, French and Arabic were intermingled; he enjoyed telling me of the travellers whom he had escorted and who, he believed, were all princes or princesses; but if I asked him about his relations or his companions he remained silent, and a.s.sumed an air of indifference and boredom. When cadging for a promise of substantial baksheesh, the nasal tw.a.n.g of his voice a.s.sumed caressing inflexions. He thought out subtle stratagems and expended whole treasuries of prayers in order to obtain a cigarette.
Noticing that I liked to see the donkey-boys treat their beasts with kindness, he used, in my presence, to kiss Rameses on the nostrils, and when we halted he would waltz with him. He often displayed real ingenuity in getting what he wanted. But he was far too short-sighted ever to show the slightest grat.i.tude for what he had obtained. Greedy of piastres, he coveted still more eagerly such small glittering articles as one cannot keep covered--gold scarf-pins, rings, sleeve-links, or nickel cigar-lighters; and when he saw a gold chain his face would light up with a gleam of pleasure.