"That I was ready to follow my charming conductress. I did not know if she were charming or not, but I thought that the epithet, even if exaggerated, could do no harm."
"And you asked no more?"
"I had often read these kinds of histories in books, and I had remarked that they always turned out well for the doctor. Therefore I followed, and I counted 498 paces."
"Good; then this must be the door."
"It cannot be far off, at all events, unless she led me by some detour, which I half suspect."
"But did she p.r.o.nounce no name?"
"None."
"But you remarked something?"
"All that one could with one"s fingers, a door with nails, then a pa.s.sage, and then a staircase----"
"On the left?"
"Yes; and I counted the steps. Then I think we came to a corridor, for they opened three doors."
"Well?"
"Then I heard another voice, and that belonged to the mistress, I am sure; it was sweet and gentle."
"Yes, yes, it was hers."
"Good, it was hers."
"I am sure of it."
"Then they pushed me into the room where you were, and told me to take off my bandage, when I saw you----"
"Where was I?"
"On a bed."
"A bed of white and gold damask?"
"Yes."
"In a room hung with tapestry?"
"Just so."
"And a painted ceiling?"
"Yes, and between two windows----"
"A portrait?"
"Yes."
"Representing a woman about nineteen?"
"Yes."
"Blonde, and beautiful as an angel?"
"More beautiful."
"Bravo! what did you do then?"
"I dressed your wound."
"And, ma foi! very well."
"As well as I could."
"Admirably! this morning it was nearly well."
"It is thanks to a balm I have composed, and which appears to me sovereign, for many times, not knowing who to practise upon, I have made wounds on myself, and they were always well in two or three days."
"My dear M. Remy, you are a charming doctor. Well, afterwards?"
"You fainted again. The voice asked me how you were."
"From whence?"
"From a room at the side."
"So you did not see her?"
"No."
"And you replied?"
"That the wound was not dangerous, and in twenty-four hours would be well."
"She seemed pleased?"
"Charmed; for she cried, "I am very glad of that.""
"My dear M. Remy, I will make your fortune. Well?"
"That was all; I had no more to do; and the voice said, "M.
Remy----""
"She knew your name?"