The patient gives himself up for lost, and the doctor can hardly help smiling, because he knows that the malady will only run its course, and will stop like a clock at its appointed time.

He can, however, hasten the cure, if he can bring the patient to his own conviction." He was silent, and seemed sunk in thought.

Then he began again suddenly: "I will read you a story about this; nothing is more instructive than a clinical picture." Bhani sprang to her feet and hastened toward him, but he put her aside with a word, and going into his study he appeared again bearing a folio bound in leather and with the corners fastened with copper.
"This is my diary," he said.

"I have had the weakness to keep this since I was sixteen.

There are three volumes already, and I began the fourth when I returned to Germany.