The surface of his body was
cold as ice, and apparently without the least vitality. If he was
not, as his sister had expressed it, "very dead," he was certainly
"next to it."
By close questioning, and by putting his questions in various forms,
the doctor learned from the chattering little magpie of a
Frenchwoman that the patient had been ill for nine days; that he had
been under the care of Monsieur le Doctor Cartiere; that there had
been a consultation of physicians; that they had prescribed for him
and given him over: that le Docteur Cartiere still attended him, but
was at this instant in attendance as accoucheur to a lady in extreme
danger, whom he could not leave; but Doctor Cartiere had directed
them, in his unavoidable absence, to call in the skilful, the
talented, the soon to be illustrious young Docteur Rocque, who was
also near at hand.
The heart of Traverse thrilled with joy. The Lord had remembered
him! His best skill spent upon the poor and needy who could make him
no return, but whose lives he had succeeded in saving, had reached
the ears of the celebrated Dr. C., who had with the unobtrusive
magnanimity of real genius quietly recommended him to his own
patrons.
Oh! well, he would do his very best, not only to advance his own
professional interests, and to please his mother and Clara, but also
to do honor to the magnanimous Doctor C.
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