and I tossed and tossed trying to get his face out of my mind. I thought I had schooled myself too well to
be affected by any patient. But there was something-Then I thought that if there was anyone who could
help me to forget, it would be Madame Mandilip. So about two o'clock I went down to see her.
Madame was in the store with Laschna and seemed surprised to see me so early. And not so pleased as
usual, or so I thought but perhaps it was my nervousness. The moment I entered the lovely room I began
to feel better. Madame had been doing something with wire on the table but I couldn't see what because
she made me sit in a big comfortable chair, saying, "You look tired, child. Sit here and rest until I'm
finished and here's an old picture book that will keep you interested." She gave me a queer old book,
long and narrow and it must have been very old because it was on vellum or something and the pictures
and their colorings were like some of those books that have come down from the Middle Ages, the kind