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firm and keep on the safe side, nothing but
water for the next forty-eight hours.”
“Quite so.”
“It is not for me to give you any advice, it is
clear you know your business, but I do not
share your hesitation about the castor-oil. If I
were you, I would give him a stiff dose, no good
mincing it, three table spoon-fulls would do him
a lot of good.”
“Did you really mean to say three table
spoon-fulls?”
“Yes, at least, and above all no food
whatsoever, only water.”
“Quite so.”
I liked the village doctor very much and we
parted great friends.
In the afternoon the Countess drove me to
pay my respects to the Marquise Douairière.
A beautiful drive through shadowy lanes full of
bird-twitter and humming insects. The Countess
had got tired of teasing me, but she was in
excellent spirits and seemed not to worry in the
least about the sudden illness of her cousin. The
Marquise was going on splendidly, she said, but
had been terribly upset a week ago by the sudden
disappearance of Loulou, the whole household
had been on their legs during the night in search
of him. The Marquise had not closed her eyes
and was still prostrated in her bed when Loulou
had turned up in the afternoon with an ear split
in two and an eye nearly out of its socket. His
mistress had wired at once for the vet from
Tours, and Loulou was all right again. Loulou
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