A Parisian Romance — page 110: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE. 101 “Very well; sitdown! Let me see your tongue. Humph! And now your pulse! Atrocious!” The baron looked up uneasily. “No, seriously, doctor!” “Atrocious!” repeated Chesnel, emphatically. “You are in a very bad state. You lead a deplora- ble life; you eat too much, you drink too much, you smoke too much, et cetera—especially the et cetera.” “But, doctor,” said the baron, in a querulous tone, “permit me to say that if I wished to lead the life of a saint in its niche, I should have no need of your services. If Ihave the honor to consult you twice a week——” The doctor straightened himself up with a haughty movement. “You have already said that!” he interrupted, brusquely. Chevrial took no notice, but went on composedly: “To consult you, Doctor Chesnel, the medical ad- ‘riser of the opera, the first physician in Paris, it is because I wish to indulge myself in all pleasures I have a taste for, without injuring my health and shortening my life. Look here, doctor; tell me—in this great century which is supremely scientific, is your science the only one that has remained stationary and powerless, the only one that has made no conquests over nature? Is it not the mission and duty of your profession to bring toa state of perfection the various organs of our body, GEomichookstGco