Four Years in France: or, Narrative of an English Family's Residence there during that Period; Preceded by some Account of the Conversion of the Author to the Catholic FaithBeste, Henry Digby
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Four Years in France: or, Narrative of an English Family's Residence there during that Period; Preceded by some Account of the Conversion of the Author to the Catholic Faith
Beste, Henry Digby
France -- Description and travel
Guerard had not rendered himself to the summons of the surgeon the
evening before, nor to the repeated summons of the same messenger this
morning. I hastened to his house: at eleven o'clock he was sitting in
his arm chair: he had not even sent word that he could not come. I
addressed him in a hurried manner:--"Is my son to take the bark, since
he is vomiting?" Guerard, being deaf, and supposing my question to be a
reiterated invitation, or complaint of his absence, declared his utter
inability to visit me, concluding his excuses, with "Voici le médecin
que je vous recommande,"[73] pointing to a person sitting near him, whom
I had before met with, but did not recognise. Suspecting that Guerard's
recommendation might proceed from jealousy of the other physician whom I
had once named to him, I requested the stranger to give me his address,
which he did; M. Breugne. I then repeated my question to Guerard, who,
not hearing to the end, advised that the bark should be continued. M.
Breugne said, "Puisqu'il vomit?"[74] Guerard then said the bark must be
suspended. I asked him what opinion he had formed on the report of the
surgeon: to this a vague answer was given. M. Breugne said, that a
physician could not judge of a patient's case by report: he gave some
reasons for this opinion, concluding, "the pulse cannot be described." I
took leave hastily and without explaining my intentions as to the
successor to Roche and Guerard. This latter had no claim to know them. I
wished to inform myself respecting M. Breugne.
The physician whom I had in my mind, had a high reputation, but was
young, and consequently as yet had but little practice. I went up to my
younger son's chamber, "Who is this M. Breugne?" said I. "He is the
physician of the family of M. de R. of whom they all speak so highly."
Had the question been proposed to him an hour later, he would have been
incapable of answering it, for then the stupor of the fever was fully
come upon him. Had the stupor come upon him twelve hours later, he must
have known of the death of his brother; and the effect of that
knowledge, in his weak state, would most probably have been fatal to
him.
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