A tall man, standing over six feet in height, of strange aspect,
rendered still more strange by the contrast between his soft
silver-white air, brushed back from his forehead and hanging down
over his coat-collar, and the sable hue of an enormous pair of bushy
bristly eyebrows, which stuck out like pent-houses, and from under
which his keen black eyes looked forth. His features were coarse and
rugged, his nose large and thick, his mouth long and ill-shaped, his
jaw square, and his chin enormous. He was dressed in a long gray,
greasy dressing-gown, an old black waistcoat and black trousers, and
had frayed worked slippers on his feet. He was smoking a long pipe, the
painted porcelain bowl of which hung far below his knees; and from its
depths, in the influence of the excitement as he wrote, he kept drawing
up and emitting short thick puffs of smoke, in which he was enshrouded.
After a short space of time, during which George sat motionless, the
old gentleman came to the end of the passage which he was writing; and,
looking up for inspiration or what not, perceived his visitor.
He looked at him sharply from under his heavy brows, and then, in a
harsh voice, and with but scant show of courtesy, said:
"Gefällig?" (What is your pleasure?)
George, speaking in German, began to inform the old gentleman that he
had travelled a very long way for the purpose of seeing and consulting
him. His fame had reached England, where----
"You are von England out?" interrupted the Doctor.
"I am."
"And yet you speak die Cherman speech so slippery!" said the old
gentleman. "So to me is it mit the English, it is to me equal; but as
I hef not the praxis had, if it is so bleasant to you, we will the
English langvitch dalk."
"With the greatest pleasure," said George. "I was mentioning to you,
Herr Doctor, that your great fame and renown had brought me from
England for the purpose of consulting you on one of those cases which
you have made your special study, and one in which I am particularly
interested."
"Zo!" said the Doctor, emitting a long puff of smoke, "aber ist es
ihnen nicht bekannt--I mean, is it not know to you dass I ze praxis
have gave up? Dass I vill no more the curatives inspect, but vill me
zum studiren leave?"
"I have heard so, Herr Doctor; but I thought that perhaps under
peculiar circumstances you might make an exception."
"Und die peguliar circonstances is----?"
"I thought perhaps that when I told you of the case, a young girl"
"Ah, bah!" interrupted the old gentleman, with a short and angry puff.
"It is nothing vorths; dass young kirls und dummerei! Dass geht mit mir
nicht mehr. I am one old man now and" then turning suddenly, "she is
your Schwester, vat?"
"No; at present she is nothing to me, though if she were well, I should
hope to make her my wife."
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