The Face of Rosenfeld — page 77: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

5 i a - Wet a4. at oe 4 Sordi » "| Pee. See ' J ' " ya ve < “f me if af ¥ Merk ys ie Ky 4 Cw VIEL PY pa PST eta lS ' da’ WG 4 i+ ay 10 THE FACE OF ROSHNFEL., ‘Cure? I said nothing about curing. No; it is necessarily fatal in its results.” She flashed one look of horror and indignation into his face and turned away without a word. Poor Doctor Lamar forgot to smile on his way to the street. Buta moment before he had felt a glow of professional pride in what he ventured to hope was the success of a daring diagnosis. Ashe emerged into the sunlight an intimate friend might have thought, from his crestfallen expres- sion, that he had met with a severe defeat. However, this did not prevent him from calling on some of his fellow-physicians, and that afternoon a coun- cil of grave and dignified men stood around the bedside of poor Annette. If it had cost the artist anything, that little consultation in the back sitting-room would have proved an expensive luxury. But, fortunately for him, Doctor Lamar was his friend, and there was suflicient interest in the case to make these wise and highly-paid individuals in black coats think it worth their while to have a hand in it for their own information. While they were present the artist and his sister were excluded from the room. When the meeting was over Lamar called them in. ‘They found the physician rub- bing his hands in a state of unmistakable elation. In fact, his spirits were so high that they somewhat ob- scured his vision. He did not seem to notice Miss Maxey’s presence, and when Julian asked him how the case stood he burst out with an enthusiasm which would have done credit to the artist himself. ‘ “‘T was right! Iwas right! They have agreed with me exactly!” Miss Maxey suddenly burst into tears and left the room.