第25章 A MEDICAL ADVISER.(2)
Her severe manner， however， did not cause the doctor to lose his temper. He had come to say certain things in a certain manner. He had learned his part， and nothing that the Countess could say would prevent his playing it.
"I assure you， madame，" returned he， "that when I accepted the mission with which I am charged， I only did so from my feelings of respect to you and yours.""You are really very kind，" answered the Countess superciliously.
"And I am sure， madame， that after you have heard what I have to say， you will have even more reason to agree with me." His manner as he said this was so peculiar， that the Countess started as though she had received a galvanic shock. "For more than twenty-five years，" pursued the doctor， "I have been the constant depositary of strange family secrets， and some of them have been very terrible ones. I have often found myself in a very delicate position， but never in such an embarrassing one as I am now.""You alarm me，" said the Countess， dropping her impatient manner.
"If， madame， what I have come to relate to you are the mere ravings of a lunatic， I will offer my most sincere apologies； but if， on the contrary， his statements are true--and he has irrefragable proofs in his possession，--then， madame----""What then， doctor？"
"Then， madame， I can only say， make every use of me， for I will willingly place my life at your disposal."The Countess uttered a laugh as artificial as the tears of long-expectant heirs. "Really，" said she， "your solemn air and tones almost kill me with laughter.""She laughs too heartily， and at the wrong time. Mascarin is right，"thought the doctor. "I trust， madame，" continued he， "that I too may laugh at my own imaginary fears； but whatever may be the result， permit me to remind you that a little time back you said that a doctor was a father confessor； for， like a priest， the physician only hears secrets in order to forget them. He is also more fitted to console and advise， for， as his profession brings him into contact with the frailties and passions of the world， he can comprehend and excuse.""And you must not forget， doctor， that like the priest also， he preaches very long sermons."As she uttered this sarcasm， there was a jesting look upon her features， but it elicited no smile from Hortebise， who， as he proceeded， grew more grave.
"I may be foolish，" he said； "but I had better be that than reopen some old wound.""Do not be afraid， doctor； speak out."
"Then， I will begin by asking if you have any remembrance of a young man in your own sphere of society， who， at the time of your marriage， was well known in every Parisian /salon/. I speak of the Marquis de Croisenois."The Countess leaned back in her chair， and contracted her brow， and pursed up her lips， as though vainly endeavoring to remember the name.
"The Marquis de Croisenois？" repeated she. "It seems as if----no--wait a moment. No； I cannot say that I can call any such person to mind."The doctor felt that he must give the spur to this rebellious memory.
"Yes， Croisenois，" he repeated. "His Christian name was George， and he had a brother Henry， whom you certainly must know， for this winter Isaw him at the Duchess de Laumeuse's， dancing with your daughter.""You are right； I remember the name now."
Her manner was indifferent and careless as she said this.
"Then perhaps you also recollect that some twenty-three years ago， George de Croisenois vanished suddenly. This disappearance caused a terrible commotion at the time， and was one of the chief topics of society.""Ah！ indeed？" mused the Countess.
"He was last seen at the Café de Paris， where he dined with some friends. About nine he got up to leave. One of his friends proposed to go with him， but he begged him not to do so， saying， 'Perhaps I shall see you later on at the opera， but do not count on me.' The general impression was that he was going to some love tryst.""His friends thought that， I suppose."
"Yes， for he was attired with more care than usual， though he was always one of the best dressed men in Paris. He went out alone， and was never seen again.""Never again，" repeated the Countess， a slight shade passing across her brow.
"Never again，" echoed the unmoved doctor. "At first his friends merely thought his absence strange； but at the end of a week they grew anxious.""You go very much into details."
"I heard them all at the time， madame， and they were only brought back to my memory this morning. All are to be found in the records of a minute search that the authorities caused to be made into the affair.
The friends of De Croisenois had commenced the search； but when they found their efforts useless， they called in the aid of the police. The first idea was suicide： George might have gone into some lonely spot and blown out his brains. There was no reason for this； he had ample means， and always appeared contented and happy. Then it was believed that a murder had been committed， and fresh inquiries were instituted， but nothing could be discovered--nothing."The Countess affected to stifle a yawn， and repeated like an echo， "Nothing.""Three months later， when the police had given up the matter in despair， one of George de Croisenois' friends received a letter from him."'He was not dead then， after all？"
Dr. Hortebise made a mental note of the tone and manner of the Countess， to consider over at his leisure.