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should be called at once in consultation. Two
hours later arrived Professor Baccelli, the leading
consulting doctor in Rome. His examination
was even more summary than my own, his
verdict still shorter.
“Il va mourir aujourd’hui,” he said in his
deep voice.
William James told me of the solemn pact
between him and his friend that whichever of
them was to die first should send a message to
the other as he passed over into the unknown—
they both believed in the possibility of such a
communication. He was so overcome with grief
that he could not enter the room, he sank down
on a chair by the open door, his note-book on
his knees, pen in hand, ready to take down the
message with his usual methodical exactitude.
In the afternoon set in the Cheyne-Stokes
respiration, that heartrending sign of approaching
death. The dying man asked to speak to me.
His eyes were calm and serene.
“I know I am going to die,” he said, “I know
you are going to help me. Is it to-day, is it
to-morrow?”
“To-day.”
“I am glad, I am ready, I have no fear. I
am going to know at last. Tell William James,
tell him . . .”
His heaving chest stood still in a terrible
minute of suspense of life.
“Do you hear me?” I asked bending over
the dying man, “do you suffer?”
“No,” he murmured, “I am very tired and
very happy.”
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