So saying.Dr.Baleinier hastily approached Rodin, and took him by 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 week?"
Rodin nodded, full of confidence, as much as to say: "I am up already."
"Do not deceive yourself," replied the doctor."This crisis is excellent, but it will not last, and if we would profit by it, we must proceed with the operation of which I have spoken to you--or, I tell you plainly, I answer for nothing after such a shock."
Rodin was the more struck with these words, as, half an hour ago, he had experienced the short duration of the improvement occasioned by Father d'Aigrigny's good news, and as already he felt increased oppression on the chest.
Dr.Baleinier, wishing to decide him, added: "In a word, father, will you live or die?"
Rodin wrote rapidly this answer, which he gave to the doctor: "To live, I would let you cut me limb from limb.I am ready for anything." And he made a movement to rise.
"I must tell you, reverend father, so as not to take you by surprise,"
added Dr.Baleinier, "that this operation is cruelly painful."
Rodin shrugged his shoulders and wrote with a firm hand: "Leave me my head; you may take all the rest."
The doctor read these words aloud, and the cardinal and Father d'Aigrigny looked at each other in admiration of this dauntless courage.
"Reverend father," said Dr.Baleinier, "you must lie down."
