That is what is called dying of a broken heart, my dear Madame Bernard.

There is no medicine against that like a broken leg!' 'Fie!' cried Madame Bernard.

'You have no human feeling at all!' 'I am sorry,' answered the physician, with a smile, 'but it is my business to have a head instead.

You asked my opinion and I have given it, as I would to another doctor.

The old-fashioned ones would laugh at me, the younger ones would understand.' 'If you could only make the poor child sleep a little! Is there nothing ?' 'She is not neurasthenic,' the doctor objected.