But what the guide book does not say is, that the hospital was endowed with three free beds for pregnant women, by Mrs. Seneschal, or that the two wings on both sides of the great entrance-gate have also been built by her liberality. One of these wings, the one on the right, is used by the janitor, a fine-looking old man, who formerly was beadle at the cathedral, and who loves to think of the happy days when he added to the splendor of the church by his magnificent presence, his red uniform, his gold bandelaire, his halbert, and his gold-headed cane. This janitor was, on Sunday morning, a little before eight o’clock, smoking his pipe in the yard, when he saw Dr. Seignebos coming in. The doctor was walking faster than usual, his hat over his face, and his hands thrust deep into his pockets, evident signs of a storm. Instead of coming, as he did every day before making the rounds, into the office of the sister-druggist, he went straight up to the room of the lady superior. There, after the usual salutations, he said,-- “They have no doubt brought you, my sister, last night, a patient, an idiot, called Cocoleu?” “Yes, doctor.” “Where has he been put?” “The mayor saw him himself put into the little room opposite the linen room.” “And how did he behave?” “Perfectly well: the sister who kept the watch did not hear him stir.” “Thanks, my sister!” said Dr. Seignebos. He was already in the door, when the lady superior recalled him. “Are you going to see the poor man, doctor?” she asked. “Yes, my sister; why?” “Because you cannot see him.” “I cannot?” “No. The commonwealth attorney has sent us orders not to let any one, except the sister who nurses him, come near Cocoleu,--no one, doctor, not even the physician, a case of urgency, of course, excepted.” Dr. Seignebos smiled ironically. Then he said, laughing scornfully,-- “Ah, these are your orders, are they? Well, I tell you that I do not mind them in the least. Who can prevent me from seeing my patient? Tell me that! Let the commonwealth attorney give his orders in his court-house as much as he chooses: that is all right. But in my hospital! My sister, I am going to Cocoleu’s room.” “Doctor, you cannot go there. There is a gendarme at the door.” “A gendarme?” “Yes, he came this morning with the strictest orders.” For a moment the doctor was overcome. Then he suddenly broke out with unusual violence, and a voice that made the windows shake,-- “This is unheard of! This is an abominable abuse of power! I’ll have my rights, and justice shall be done me, if I have to go to Thiers!”