CHAPTER VIII.
A SYMPHONY IN THE AIR.
Within a very short time I became a temporary resident in the house of Heliobas, and felt myself to be perfectly at home there.

I had explained to Madame Denise the cause of my leaving her comfortable Pension, and she had fully approved of my being under a physician's personal care in order to ensure rapid recovery; but when she heard the name of that physician, which I gave (in accordance with Zara's instructions) as Dr.Casimir, she held up her fat hands in dismay.
"Oh, mademoiselle," she exclaimed, "have you not dread of that terrible man?
Is it not he that is reported to be a cruel mesmerist who sacrifices everybody--yes, even his own sister, to his medical experiments?
Ah, mon Dieu! it makes me to shudder!" And she shuddered directly, as a proof of her veracity.

I was amused.

I saw in her an example of the common multitude, who are more ready to believe in vulgar spirit-rapping and mesmerism than to accept an established scientific fact.
"Do you know Dr.Casimir and his sister ?" I asked her.
"I have seen them, mademoiselle; perhaps once--twice--three times! It is true madame is lovely as an angel; but they say"-- here she lowered her voice mysteriously--"that she is wedded to a devil! It is true, mademoiselle--all people say so.

And Suzanne Michot--a very respectable young person, mademoiselle, from Auteuil--she was employed at one time as under-housemaid at Dr.Casimir's, and she had things to say--ah, to make the blood like ice!" "What did she say ?" I asked with a half smile.
"Well," and Madame Denise came close to me and looked confidential, "Suzanne--I assure you a most respectable girl--said that one evening she was crossing the passage near Madame Casimir's boudoir, and she saw a light like fire coming through the curtains of the portiere.