"It is all Greek to me," said Mrs. Vane, who felt that unreasoning
resentment common to the minor-informed for the major-informed. "You
promised to avoid technical terms."
Madame Zattiany explained in the simplest language she could command the
meaning and the function of the ductless glands. The more intelligent
among them looked gratified, for the painless achievement of fresh
knowledge is a pleasant thing. Madame Zattiany went on patiently: "These
glands in my case had undergone a natural process of exhaustion. In
women the slower functioning of the endocrines is coincident with the
climacteric, as they have been dependent for stimulation upon certain
ovarian cells. The idea involved is that the stimulation of these
exhausted cells would cause the other glands to function once more at
full strength and a certain rejuvenation ensue as a matter of course;
unless, of course, they had withered beyond the power of science. I was
a promising subject, for examination proved that my organs were healthy,
my arteries soft; and I was not yet sixty. Only experimentation could
reveal whether or not there was still any life left in the cells,
although I responded favorably to the preliminary tests. The upshot was
that I consented to the treatment----"
"Yes? Yes?" Every woman in the room now sat forward, no longer old
friends or rivals, affectionate or resentful, nor the victims of
convention solidified into sharp black and white by the years. They were
composite female.
"It consisted of the concentration of powerful Roentgen--what you call
X-Rays--on that portion of the body covering the ovaries----"
"How horrible!" "Did you feel as if you were being electrocuted?" "Are
you terribly scarred?"
"Not at all. I felt nothing whatever, and there was nothing to cause
scars----"
"But I thought that the X-Rays----"
"Oh, do be quiet, Louisa," exclaimed Mrs. Tracy impatiently. "Please go
on, Countess Zattiany."
"As I said, the application was painless, and if no benefit results,
neither will any harm be done when the Rays are administered by a
conscientious expert. My final consent, as I told you, was due to the
desire to regain my old will power and vitality. I was extremely
skeptical about any effect on my personal appearance. During the first
month I felt so heavy and dull that, in spite of assurances that these
were favorable symptoms, I was secretly convinced that I had forfeited
what little mental health I had retained; but was consoled by the fact
that I slept all night and a part of the day: I had suffered from
insomnia since my duties at the hospital had ended----"
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