Breathing exceedingly labored; could not lie back in the least degree.
Stomach and bowels enormously distended with gas; so much so that she could not lean forward at all.
Eructations of gas in large quantities, which gave no relief; the least particle of food or drink excited these eructations.
A very profuse cold sweat that saturated her clothing and bed.
Great thirst, drinks little and often.
Lower extremities restless, could not keep them quiet.
Very nervous and despairing.
Here was a terrible case, and the little Doctor studied it with the greatest possible care. He learned that the Princess had been an invalid for many years. She had taken vast quantities of crude drugs, and the time had come when her stomach rebelled and would tolerate no more drugging. The great physicians of Europe had been consulted, without permanent benefit. Her regular medical attendant, with his assistant, was now present. Dr. Jones was introduced to them, and such courtesies as were possible under the circumstances were extended by each. They gave such information as possible through the Count, and declared that the Princess must die within a few hours. They now stood powerless by, very curious and observant of everything the Doctor did.
He had carefully written out the above symptoms, and now retired for a few moments with the Count to an adjoining room. The two Russian physicians were asked to join them, as a matter of professional courtesy.
"This is a desperate affair," said the Count, "and I fear that your infinitesimals will do her very little good."