The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 1 (of 3)Le Sage, Alain René
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The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 1 (of 3)
Le Sage, Alain René
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Blas, Gil (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
Another adventure succeeded close on the heels of this. I went to
see a huge chanter in a fever. As soon as he heard me talk of warm
water, he showed himself so averse to this specific, as to fall into
a fit of swearing. He abused me in all possible shapes, and
threatened to throw me out at window. I was in a greater hurry to
get out of his house than to get in. I did not choose to see any
more patients that day, and repaired to the inn where I had agreed to
meet Fabricio. He was there first. As we found ourselves in a
tippling humor, we drank hard, and returned to our employers in a
pretty pickle, that is to say, so-so in the upper story. Signor
Sangrado was not aware of my being drunk, because he took the lively
gestures which accompanied the relation of my quarrel with the little
doctor, for an effect of the agitation not yet subsided after the
battle. Besides, he came in for his share in my report; and feeling
himself nettled by Cuchillo,--You have done well, Gil Blas, said he,
to defend the character of our practice against this little abortion
of the faculty. So he takes upon him to set his face against watery
drenches in dropsical cases? An ignorant fellow! I maintain, I do,
in my own person, that the use of them may be reconciled to the best
theories. Yes, water is a cure for all sorts of dropsies, just as it
is good for rheumatisms and the green sickness. It is excellent,
too, in those fevers where the effect is at once to parch and to
chill, and even miraculous in those disorders ascribed to cold, thin,
phlegmatic, and pituitous humors. This opinion may appear strange to
young practitioners like Cuchillo; but it is right orthodox in the
best and soundest systems: so that if persons of that description
were capable of taking a philosophical view, instead of crying me
down, they would become my most zealous advocates.
In his rage, he never suspected me of drinking: for, to exasperate
him still more against the little doctor, I had thrown into my
recital some circumstances of my own addition. Yet, engrossed as he
was by what I had told him, he could not help taking notice that I
drank more water than usual that evening.
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