“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.