VI

We returned to Médintiltas after breakfast. When I found Dr. Froeber

alone, I told him that I believed the Count was unwell, that he had had

frightful dreams, was possibly a somnambulist and would be dangerous in

that condition.

"I am aware of all that," said the doctor. "With an athletic

organisation he is at the same time as nervous as a highly strung woman.

Perhaps he gets it from his mother.... She has been devilishly bad

to-day.... I do not believe much in stories of fright and longings of

pregnant women; but one thing is certain, the Countess is mad, and

madness can be inherited...."

"But the Count," I returned, "is perfectly sane: his mind is sound, he

has much higher intelligence than, I admit, I should have expected; he

loves reading...."

"I grant it, my dear sir, I grant it; but he is often eccentric.

Sometimes he shuts himself up for several days; often he roams about at

night. He reads unheard-of books.... German metaphysics ... physiology,

and I know not what! Even yesterday a package of them came from Leipzig.

Must I speak plainly? A Hercules needs a Hebe. There are some very

pretty peasant girls here.... On Saturday evenings, when they have

washed, you might mistake them for princesses.... There is not one of

them but would be only too proud to distract my lord. I, at his age,

devil take me!... No, he has no mistress; he will not marry, it is

wrong. He ought to have something to occupy his mind."

The doctor's coarse materialism shocked me extremely, and I abruptly

terminated the conversation by saying that I sincerely wished that Count

Szémioth should find a wife worthy of him. I was surprised, I must

admit, when I learnt from the doctor of the Count's taste for

philosophical studies. It went against all my preconceived ideas that

this officer of the Hussars, this ardent sportsman, should read German

metaphysics and engage himself in physiology. The doctor spoke the

truth, however, as I had proof thereof even that very day.

"How do you explain, Professor," he said to me suddenly towards the

close of dinner--"how do you explain the _duality_ or the _twofold

nature_ of our being?"

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