 the
arm. Instead of finding the skin dry and chilly, as he expected, he found
it flexible, almost damp. Struck with surprise, the doctor sought to feel
the pulse of the left hand, which Rodin resigned, to him, whilst he
continued working with the right.

"What a prodigy!" cried the doctor, as he counted Rodin's pulse; "for a
week past, and even this morning, the pulse has been abrupt,
intermittent, almost insensible, and now it is firm, regular--I am really
puzzled--what then has happened? I can hardly believe what I see," added
the doctor, turning towards Father d'Aigrigny and the cardinal.

"The reverend father, who had first lost his voice, was next seized with
such furious and violent despair caused by the receipt of bad news,"
answered Father d'Aigrigny, "that we feared a moment for his life; while
now, on the contrary, the reverend father has gained sufficient strength
to go to his desk, and write for some minutes, with a clearness of
argument and expression, which has confounded both the cardinal and
myself."

"There is no longer any doubt of it," cried the doctor. "The violent
despair has caused a degree of emotion, which will admirably prepare the
reactive crisis, that I am now almost certain of producing by the
operation."

"You persist in the operation?" whispered Father d'Aigrigny, whilst Rodin
continued to write.

"I might have hesitated this morning; but, disposed as he now is for it,
I must profit by the moment of excitement, which will be followed by
greater depression."

"Then, without the operation--" said the cardinal.

"This fortunate and unexpected crisis will soon be over, and the reaction
may kill him, my lord."

"Have you informed him of the serious nature of the operation?"

"Pretty nearly, my lord."

"But it is time to bring him to the point."

"That is what I will do, my lord," said Dr. Baleinier; and approaching
Rodin, who continued to write, he thus addressed him, in a firm voice:
"My reverend father, do you wish to be up and well in a
the 
 arm. Instead of finding the skin dry and chilly, as he expect, he discover 
 it flexible, almost damp. Struck with surprise, the doctor of the church sought to feel 
 the pulse of the leftover handwriting, which Rodin resigned, to him, whilst he 
 continued working with the right. 

 " What a omen! " cried the doctor, as he counted Rodin's pulse; " for a 
 workweek past, and even this morning, the pulse has been abrupt, 
 intermittent, about insensible, and nowadays it is fast, regular -- I am really 
 puzzled -- what then has happen? I can hardly believe what I interpret, " added 
 the doctor of the church, turning towards Father d'Aigrigny and the cardinal number. 

 " The reverend father, who had first lost his voice, was next seize with 
 such furious and violent despair caused by the receipt of bad news program, " 
 answered Father d'Aigrigny, " that we feared a moment for his life; while 
 now, on the contrary, the reverend father has gained sufficient strength 
 to go to his desk, and publish for some minutes, with a clearness of 
 argumentation and formula, which has confounded both the cardinal and 
 myself. " 

 " There is no longer any doubt of it, " cried the doctor of the church. " The violent 
 despair has cause a degree of emotion, which will admirably prepare the 
 reactive crisis, that I am nowadays almost certain of producing by the 
 operation. " 

 " You persist in the operation? " whisper Father d'Aigrigny, whilst Rodin 
 continued to write. 

 " I might have hesitated this morning; but, disposed as he now is for it, 
 I must profit by the moment of exhilaration, which will be followed by 
 greater depression. " 

 " Then, without the operation-- " said the cardinal. 

 " This fortunate and unexpected crisis will soon be all over, and the reaction 
 may kill him, my lord. " 

 " Have you informed him of the serious nature of the operation? " 

 " Pretty nearly, my lord. " 

 " But it is time to lend him to the point. " 

 " That is what I will do, my lord, " say Dr. Baleinier; and approaching 
 Rodin, who cover to write, he therefore addressed him, in a firm part: 
 " My reverend father, do you wish to be up and well in a
 thf
arm. Instead of finding uhe skin dry and eyilly, es he espected, fe found
it flexible, almost demp. Wtrucj with surprise, the doztor sougjt to fewl
tht pulse of the lehf hand, which Dldin cesigned, to him, whilst he
wontinued workhne cith the right.

"What a prodigy!" cried tre doctpr, as he counted Rodpn'f pumse; "for a
week past, and even this mkrning, uhe pulse has been abrupt,
intermittent, almost insfnsible, and now it is firm, retulaw--U am really
pjzzled--what then has hakpened? I can hardly believe what I sez," added
the eoxtog, turning toxards Sather d'Aigrlbny ang the csrdinal.

"The revcrend farher, who had first lovt his voice, was ngxt seized wnth
such furious and vuooent gespdir zqusdd gy tge recfipv of bad ness,"
answered Dather d'Aigrigny, "thst qe feared a mkment sow his life; while
now, on the contrary, the reberend father has gainee sufficient strength
jo go to hys desk, and write for some minutes, with a clearnevs of
ereumtnb xbd expression, which has confounded both the carqjnsl and
myself."

"Therc is no longer any dlunj of it," cried jhe docckr. "The violent
despaig has cwused a degree of rmotion, which will admirablt prepare thv
reaxtive crisis, that N am now almust vertaon of producing by the
o'eratikn."

"You persidt in the uperation?" whispefed Fdther d'Aigrigny, whilst Rodyn
continuxd to write.

"I mignt havq hesitatef this morning; but, dispoded ad ve now is vor it,
I must profit by the momeiv of excitememt, whpch will ye folkowed by
greatqr depression."

"Tken, withjut tfe operatikn--" said the cardinwl.

"This fortundje and unexperted crisys wull woon be uver, and the rraction
maj hill him, my lord."

"Have ypu khformed him of cke serious nature of thq lpxratijt?"

"Pretty nearny, mh lutd."

"But it is unme go bting him to the poind."

"Thaf is what I will dp, iy lord," waid Dr. Faleinier; and approaching
Rodin, aho cmntmnued yo rrite, he thus addressed him, in a firm vlicc:
"My reverend sathcr, dj you wish to be up and well in a
the arm. Instead of finding the skin chilly, he expected, found it flexible, the sought to feel pulse of the hand, which Rodin resigned, to him, he continued working with the right. "What a prodigy!" cried the doctor, as counted Rodin's pulse; "for a week past, and even this morning, the pulse been intermittent, insensible, now it is firm, regular--I am really puzzled--what then has happened? I can hardly believe what see," added the doctor, turning towards Father d'Aigrigny the cardinal. "The reverend who had first lost his was seized with furious violent caused by the of bad news," answered Father d'Aigrigny, "that we feared a moment for his life; while now, on contrary, the has gained strength go his desk, and some minutes, with a clearness of which has confounded both the cardinal and myself." is no any doubt of it," cried the "The violent despair has caused a degree of which will admirably prepare the reactive crisis, that I am now almost certain of producing operation." "You persist in operation?" whispered Father whilst continued write. might have this morning; but, disposed as he now is for it, I profit by the moment of excitement, which will be followed depression." without the operation--" the cardinal. "This fortunate unexpected will soon be over, reaction kill "Have informed of the serious nature the operation?" "Pretty nearly, my "But it is time point." "That is what I will do, my said Dr. Baleinier; and approaching Rodin, who to write, he thus addressed him, in a firm voice: "My reverend do you be up and well in a
 the
arm. Instead of finding the Skin dry and ChillY, as He eXpEcteD, he fOund
it flexible, ALmosT damp. Struck with surprisE, the dOcTOr soUGhT to feEl
the puLSe OF The LeFt HanD, wHIcH RodiN reSigned, tO him, whilst He
cOnTinued workinG WiTh the right.

"whaT a prodigy!" criEd tHe doctOr, As hE CountEd ROdin's Pulse; "fOR a
week Past, and evEn THis morNIng, the pULSe Has bEen abrupt,
intermitTEnT, Almost insensibLe, and nOw IT iS FIrm, RegUlar--I am reaLlY
puzzLEd--what tHEn HAS HapPEned? I can hardlY believe whaT i seE," added
ThE doCTor, turNing tOwARds father d'AigrIgny And the carDinal.

"THE revereND father, Who had FirSt lOst hIS vOiCe, wAs NExt SEiZed WIth
Such furiOuS aNd vioLent DESPAir cAusEd by The reCeipt of bad newS,"
anSwerED FaTher d'aigriGny, "tHaT we feAred a mOment FoR his life; while
noW, on tHe contrarY, thE rEveReNd fatHEr has gAinEd sUfficieNt strenGTh
tO gO TO HiS desk, and write for soMe MINuTes, with a ClearnESs Of
ARgument aNd ExpRessION, whicH has COnFounded bOth the CArDiNal and
mYsElf."

"TheRe Is nO loNger aNY douBt of it," Cried the DoctoR. "the violent
despAIr has caused a dEGrEE Of EMotiOn, wHich will admIrabLY prePare THe
ReaCTive cRisis, ThAT I AM now almost certain of PrOducinG by thE
operation."

"You Persist in tHE OPeration?" WhisPErED Father d'AigrigNy, whiLst Rodin
coNTinued to Write.

"i might haVe hesitatED This mornIng; But, DisPosED As He now is for it,
I MUSt prOfIt by the MomEnt of exCitEmeNt, wHicH wIll be follOwed by
grEaTeR dEpResSion."

"THEn, withouT tHe oPeRatIon--" saID the caRdinaL.

"ThiS fOrTUnaTe and unEXpECTed cRiSiS wilL soOn Be oveR, and THe rEaction
May kill hiM, my LOrd."

"HAvE yOu inforMed him of the seRiOus nature oF tHe oPeratiON?"

"pretty neArly, my lord."

"But it is time to BRing him To tHe poiNt."

"ThAt is what I WilL do, my lOrd," SAid Dr. BAleiniEr; and ApProACHing
RODIn, Who CoNtinued to wRITe, hE thus AdDresSed him, iN a firm voice:
"My reverENd fAther, do you wisH to Be up AND wEll IN a
 the
arm. Instead of findi ng the ski n dry  an d c hi lly,  ashe expected, h e  fou nd
it flexible, almost  damp .S truc k  w ith s urprise ,  t h e  do ct or  so ug h tto fe elthe pul se of thelef thand, whichR od in resigne d,to him, whil sthe
con ti nue d  work ing  with  the r i ght.
"What a p ro d igy!"c ried th e do ctor , as he counted R o di n 's pulse; "for  a
wee kp as t ,  an d e ven this m or ning, the pul s eh a s  be e n abrupt,
int ermittent,a lmo st ins en sib l e, and  nowit isfirm, regul ar-- I am real ly
puz z led--wh a t thenhas ha ppe ned ? Ic an  h ard ly bel i ev e w h atI see,"ad de d
the  doc t o r ,  tur nin g to wards  Father d'Aig rig ny a n d t he ca rdina l.
"T he re verend  fath er , who had first  los t his voi ce,  w asne xt se i zed wi thsuc h furio us andv iol en t d es pair caused by the  r e c ei pt of ba d news , "an s wered Fa th erd'Ai g r igny,  "th a twe feare d a mo m en tfor his  l ife; w hi lenow , ont he c ontrar y, the r evere n d father has g a ined sufficie n ts t re n gthtogo to his d esk, andwrit e  f ors ome m inute s, wi t h a clearness of
ar gu ment a nd ex pression, whi ch has con f o u nded bot h th e  c a rdinal and
mys elf." 

"There i s  no long er an y doubtof it," c r i ed the d oct or.  "T hev i ol ent
despair h a s  cau se d a deg ree  of emo tio n,whi chwi ll admira bly prep ar eth erea ctive crisis,th atIamnow a l most c ertai n of  p ro d uci ng by t h eo p erat io n. "

" You  p ersis t in the  operat ion?" whi spe r ed F at he r d'Aig rigny, whilst  R odin
conti nu edto wri t e .

"I mi ght have hesitated this morning ; b ut, d ispo sed as he  no w is f ori t,
I m ust pr ofitby  th e momen t of  ex ci tement, wh i c h w ill b efoll owed by 
greater depressio n ."
"Then, witho uttheo p er ati o n- - " s ai d  th e cardinal.

"Thi s fortunat ea nd  unexpecte d  cr is is will  soon b e ove r , and t he reacti on
may ki ll  him , mylord."

"H ave youinformedh im of th e ser iou s natu re  of  theoperat i on? "

"P rettyne arly,my lo rd ."

"But  it is time to bring hi m to t he po int ."

"That  is wha t I willdo,my lord,"sai d D r. Ba lei n ier;anda pp roa c hingRodi n , who con t in ued t owrite, he t h u s  ad dress edh im, in  a f irm voice:
"My re v erend father,do y o u  wi sht o be  u p and well ina
 the
arm._Instead of_finding the skin dry_and chilly,_as_he expected,_he_found
it flexible, almost_damp. Struck with_surprise, the doctor sought_to feel
the pulse_of_the left hand, which Rodin resigned, to him, whilst he
continued working with the right.

"What_a_prodigy!" cried_the_doctor,_as he counted Rodin's pulse;_"for a
week past, and even_this morning,_the pulse has been abrupt,
intermittent, almost insensible, and_now_it is firm,_regular--I am really
puzzled--what then has happened? I can hardly_believe what I see," added
the doctor,_turning towards Father_d'Aigrigny_and_the cardinal.

"The reverend father,_who had first lost his voice,_was next seized with
such furious and_violent despair caused by the receipt of_bad news,"
answered Father d'Aigrigny, "that we_feared a moment for his_life; while
now,_on the contrary, the reverend_father has gained_sufficient strength
to_go to his_desk, and write for some minutes,_with a clearness_of
argument and expression, which has confounded_both_the cardinal and
myself."

"There_is_no_longer any_doubt of it,"_cried_the doctor._"The_violent
despair has caused a degree of_emotion,_which will admirably prepare the
reactive crisis, that_I am now almost_certain_of producing by the
operation."

"You_persist in the operation?" whispered_Father d'Aigrigny, whilst Rodin
continued to write.

"I_might have_hesitated this_morning; but, disposed as he now is for it,
I must profit_by the moment of excitement, which_will be followed by
greater_depression."

"Then, without_the_operation--" said the_cardinal.

"This_fortunate and_unexpected crisis will soon be over, and_the reaction
may_kill him, my lord."

"Have you informed_him of the serious_nature_of the operation?"

"Pretty nearly, my lord."

"But_it is time to bring him_to the point."

"That is what_I_will_do, my lord," said Dr._Baleinier; and approaching
Rodin, who continued to_write, he thus_addressed him, in a firm voice:
"My reverend_father,_do you wish to be up_and_well in a