"Nobody ... Really! I permit myself to make you responsible.... You are answerable to me.... You were in charge during the pregnancy, you superintended the confinement. I have relied on the knowledge to be expected from your rank, Surgeon-General, I have trusted to your experience. I am bitterly disappointed, bitterly disappointed. All that your skill can boast of is ... that a crippled child has been born...." "Would your Royal Highness graciously weigh ..." "I have weighed. I have weighed and found wanting. Thank you!" Surgeon-General Eschrich retired backwards, bowing. In the ante-room he shrugged his shoulders, while his cheeks glowed. The Grand Duke again fell to pacing the library in his princely wrath, unreasonable, misinformed, and foolish in his loneliness. However, whether it was that he wished to humiliate the Physician-in-Ordinary still further, or that he regretted having robbed himself of any explanations--ten minutes later the unexpected happened, and the Grand Duke sent Herr von Lichterloh to summon young Doctor Sammet to the library. The doctor, when he received the message, again said: "Quite delighted ... quite delighted, ..." and at first changed colour a little, then composed himself admirably. It is true that he was not a complete master of the prescribed etiquette, and bowed too soon, while he was still in the door, so that the aide-de-camp could not close it behind him, and had to ask him in a whisper to move forward; but afterwards he stood in an easy and unconstrained attitude, and gave reassuring answers, although he showed that he was naturally rather slow of speech, beginning his sentences with hesitating noises and frequently interspersing them with a "Yes," as if to confirm what he was saying. He wore his dark yellow hair cut _en brosse_ and his moustache untrimmed. His chin and cheeks were clean-shaved, and rather sore from it. He carried his head a little on one side, and the gaze of his grey eyes told of shrewdness and practical goodness. His nose, which was too broad at the bottom, pointed to his origin. He wore a black tie, and his shiny boots were of a country cut. He kept his elbows close to his side, with one hand on his silver watch-chain. His whole appearance suggested candour and professional skill; it inspired confidence. The Grand Duke addressed him unusually graciously, rather in the manner of a teacher who has been scolding a naughty boy, and turns to another with a sudden assumption of mildness. "I have sent for you, doctor.... I want information from you about this peculiarity in the body of the new-born prince.... I assume that it has not escaped your notice.... I am confronted with a riddle ... an extremely painful riddle.... In a word, I desire your opinion." And the Grand Duke, changing his position, ended with a gracious motion of the hand, which encouraged the doctor to speak.