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But
when
we
arrived
at
the
hospital
,
a
gaunt
,
cheerless
building
,
the
mere
sight
of
which
was
enough
to
make
one
’
s
heart
sick
,
and
after
being
directed
from
this
official
to
that
,
up
endless
stairs
and
through
long
,
bare
corridors
,
found
the
doctor
in
charge
of
the
case
,
we
were
told
that
the
patient
was
too
ill
to
see
anyone
that
day
.
The
doctor
was
a
little
bearded
man
in
white
,
with
an
offhand
manner
.
He
evidently
looked
upon
a
case
as
a
case
,
and
anxious
relatives
as
a
nuisance
which
must
be
treated
with
firmness
.
Moreover
,
to
him
the
affair
was
commonplace
;
it
was
just
an
hysterical
woman
who
had
quarrelled
with
her
lover
and
taken
poison
;
it
was
constantly
happening
.
At
first
he
thought
that
Dirk
was
the
cause
of
the
disaster
,
and
he
was
needlessly
brusque
with
him
.
When
I
explained
that
he
was
the
husband
,
anxious
to
forgive
,
the
doctor
looked
at
him
suddenly
,
with
curious
,
searching
eyes
.
I
seemed
to
see
in
them
a
hint
of
mockery
;
it
was
true
that
Stroeve
had
the
head
of
the
husband
who
is
deceived
.
The
doctor
faintly
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
"
There
is
no
immediate
danger
,
"
he
said
,
in
answer
to
our
questioning
.
"
One
doesn
’
t
know
how
much
she
took
.
It
may
be
that
she
will
get
off
with
a
fright
.
Women
are
constantly
trying
to
commit
suicide
for
love
,
but
generally
they
take
care
not
to
succeed
.
It
’
s
generally
a
gesture
to
arouse
pity
or
terror
in
their
lover
.
"
There
was
in
his
tone
a
frigid
contempt
.
It
was
obvious
that
to
him
Blanche
Stroeve
was
only
a
unit
to
be
added
to
the
statistical
list
of
attempted
suicides
in
the
city
of
Paris
during
the
current
year
.
He
was
busy
,
and
could
waste
no
more
time
on
us
He
told
us
that
if
we
came
at
a
certain
hour
next
day
,
should
Blanche
be
better
,
it
might
be
possible
for
her
husband
to
see
her
.
I
scarcely
know
how
we
got
through
that
day
.
Stroeve
could
not
bear
to
be
alone
,
and
I
exhausted
myself
in
efforts
to
distract
him
.
I
took
him
to
the
Louvre
,
and
he
pretended
to
look
at
pictures
,
but
I
saw
that
his
thoughts
were
constantly
with
his
wife
.
I
forced
him
to
eat
,
and
after
luncheon
I
induced
him
to
lie
down
,
but
he
could
not
sleep
.
He
accepted
willingly
my
invitation
to
remain
for
a
few
days
in
my
apartment
.
I
gave
him
books
to
read
,
but
after
a
page
or
two
he
would
put
the
book
down
and
stare
miserably
into
space
.
During
the
evening
we
played
innumerable
games
of
piquet
,
and
bravely
,
not
to
disappoint
my
efforts
,
he
tried
to
appear
interested
.
Finally
I
gave
him
a
draught
,
and
he
sank
into
uneasy
slumber
.
When
we
went
again
to
the
hospital
we
saw
a
nursing
sister
.
She
told
us
that
Blanche
seemed
a
little
better
,
and
she
went
in
to
ask
if
she
would
see
her
husband
.
We
heard
voices
in
the
room
in
which
she
lay
,
and
presently
the
nurse
returned
to
say
that
the
patient
refused
to
see
anyone
.
We
had
told
her
that
if
she
refused
to
see
Dirk
the
nurse
was
to
ask
if
she
would
see
me
,
but
this
she
refused
also
.
Dirk
’
s
lips
trembled
.
"
I
dare
not
insist
,
"
said
the
nurse
.
"
She
is
too
ill
.
Perhaps
in
a
day
or
two
she
may
change
her
mind
.
"
"
Is
there
anyone
else
she
wants
to
see
?
"
asked
Dirk
,
in
a
voice
so
low
it
was
almost
a
whisper
.
"
She
says
she
only
wants
to
be
left
in
peace
.
"
Dirk
’
s
hands
moved
strangely
,
as
though
they
had
nothing
to
do
with
his
body
,
with
a
movement
of
their
own
.
