"I must get my mind quiet," he thought. "I must pretend to myself this
is a matter of no moment. I must not even let my mind dwell upon what
my business is to-day. If I pass the examination I shall have three
days for the excitement to wear off. And, no matter what the result of
the examination is, I mean to sing the part. It is all very well for
Fraser to say I might suffer from stage fright, but no stage fright
could be equal to the anxiety I should now be suffering if I gave way
to it. If I can control myself now, I could control myself then. And
see, I am as calm now as the idlest man that passes me by.
"It would not be fair, it would be villainously unfair, for Fraser not
to let me sing the part after promising it to me. O'Donnell was
promised the second part before the trial of his voice. I know the
first part perfectly, every note of it, and now it would be snatching
the chance of fame from me to make me stand aside because of a
wretched medical certificate."
At last it was time to go; and, almost as though he had passed from
the Park to the great doctor's waiting-room in a dream, he found
himself there, without any clear notion of any circumstances or
thoughts by the way.
He was fortunate this morning, and found the great man disengaged at
the very moment he had appointed.
The doctor was an old, good-natured, flabby, gouty-looking man. He was
cheerful in his manner, and received Lavirotte as though he knew
instinctively there was nothing the matter with him beyond a little
hypochondriasis.
In a perfectly calm and collected manner Lavirotte explained his case,
and told the old physician of the business in which he was engaged,
and the fact that his fitness would be put to the test three days
hence.
"I know," said the doctor, "I know. Your profession is one which at
the outset makes great demand on the nerves." Then he asked him some
questions about these slight seizures, and proceeded to his
examination.
He spent at least half-an-hour over the case, during which time
Lavirotte's pulse did not vary.
Then the old physician sat back in his chair, and looked at his
visitor, still with a pleasant expression of countenance.
"Of course," he said, "men of your profession are naturally very
anxious to fulfil all their engagements, and it is the source of great
pecuniary loss to them when they fail to do so. But you know," he
added, smiling pleasantly, "we must often think of something besides
money. Come, now," he said, "I am not able to give you a complete
opinion of your case to-day. What would the pecuniary loss to you be,
supposing you did not sing?"
"Nothing," said Lavirotte. "I am paid whether I sing or do not sing.
Am I not to sing?"
"I won't say that to-day. Tell the manager. Let me see, this is
Thursday--I would like to have till Saturday morning before finally
deciding."
"Then," said Lavirotte, perfectly unmoved, "you think there is some
likelihood of my not being able to sing?"
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