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The
second
princess
had
just
come
from
the
sickroom
with
her
eyes
red
from
weeping
and
sat
down
beside
Dr.
Lorrain
,
who
was
sitting
in
a
graceful
pose
under
a
portrait
of
Catherine
,
leaning
his
elbow
on
a
table
.
"
Beautiful
,
"
said
the
doctor
in
answer
to
a
remark
about
the
weather
.
"
The
weather
is
beautiful
,
Princess
;
and
besides
,
in
Moscow
one
feels
as
if
one
were
in
the
country
.
"
"
Yes
,
indeed
,
"
replied
the
princess
with
a
sigh
.
"
So
he
may
have
something
to
drink
?
"
Lorrain
considered
.
"
Has
he
taken
his
medicine
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
The
doctor
glanced
at
his
watch
.
"
Take
a
glass
of
boiled
water
and
put
a
pinch
of
cream
of
tartar
,
"
and
he
indicated
with
his
delicate
fingers
what
he
meant
by
a
pinch
.
"
Dere
has
neffer
been
a
gase
,
"
a
German
doctor
was
saying
to
an
aide-de-camp
,
"
dat
one
liffs
after
de
sird
stroke
.
"
