This, then, was the end of all my ambitious dreams! I had not enough mind left, at thirty years of age, to write a vaudeville or to be loved by a grisette! "One day Doctor Labanchie came to see me.
"'What are you doing there' said he, as he saw me seated at my desk.
"'Doctor,' said I, reaching out my hand to him, 'I believe that I am a little feverish.' "'Your pulse is a little rapid,' said he, after making careful examination, 'but your fever is more of imagination than of blood.' "I explained to him my condition, which was now becoming almost unendurable.

Without believing in medicine very much, I had confidence in him and knew him to be a man who would give good advice.
"'You work too much,' said he, shaking his head.

'Your brain is put to too strong a tension.

This is a warning nature gives you, and you will make a mistake if you do not follow it.

When you are sleepy, go to bed; when you are tired, you must have rest.