When Meunier's visit was approaching its conclusion, there happened
an event which caused some excitement in our household, owing to
the surprisingly strong effect it appeared to produce on Bertha--on
Bertha, the self-possessed, who usually seemed inaccessible to feminine
agitations, and did even her hate in a self-restrained hygienic manner.
This event was the sudden severe illness of her maid, Mrs. Archer.
I have reserved to this moment the mention of a circumstance which
had forced itself on my notice shortly before Meunier's arrival,
namely, that there had been some quarrel between Bertha and this
maid, apparently during a visit to a distant family, in which she had
accompanied her mistress. I had overheard Archer speaking in a tone of
bitter insolence, which I should have thought an adequate reason for
immediate dismissal. No dismissal followed; on the contrary, Bertha
seemed to be silently putting up with personal inconveniences from
the exhibitions of this woman's temper. I was the more astonished to
observe that her illness seemed a cause of strong solicitude to Bertha;
that she was at the bedside night and day, and would allow no one else
to officiate as head-nurse. It happened that our family doctor was
out on a holiday, an accident which made Meunier's presence in the
house doubly welcome, and he apparently entered into the case with an
interest which seemed so much stronger than the ordinary professional
feeling, that one day when he had fallen into a long fit of silence
after visiting her, I said to him--
"Is this a very peculiar case of disease, Meunier?"
"No," he answered, "it is an attack of peritonitis, which will be
fatal, but which does not differ physically from many other cases that
have come under my observation. But I'll tell you what I have on my
mind. I want to make an experiment on this woman, if you will give me
permission. It can do her no harm--will give her no pain--for I shall
not make it until life is extinct to all purposes of sensation. I want
to try the effect of transfusing blood into her arteries after the
heart has ceased to beat for some minutes. I have tried the experiment
again and again with animals that have died of this disease, with
astounding results, and I want to try it on a human subject. I have the
small tubes necessary, in a case I have with me, and the rest of the
apparatus could be prepared readily. I should use my own blood--take
it from my own arm. This woman won't live through the night, I'm
convinced, and I want you to promise me your assistance in making the
experiment. I can't do without another hand, but it would perhaps not
be well to call in a medical assistant from among your provincial
doctors. A disagreeable foolish version of the thing might get abroad."
"Have you spoken to my wife on the subject?" I said, "because she
appears to be peculiarly sensitive about this woman: she has been a
favourite maid."
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