Only, Dr.Berton says, he is very exacting and overbearing.He selects his patients, and will not allow an instant of his time to be wasted;and he is--a communist! His name is Halpersohn.My grandson has been twice to find him, but he is always too busy to attend to him; he has not been to see us; I fully understand why.""Why?" asked Godefroid.
"Because my grandson, who is sixteen years old, is even more shabbily dressed than I am.Would you believe it, monsieur? I /dare/ not go to that doctor; my clothes are so out of keeping with a man of my age and dignity.If he saw the father as shabby as I am, and the boy even worse, he might not give my daughter the needful attention; he would treat us as doctors treat the poor.And think, my dear monsieur, that I love my daughter for all the suffering she has caused me, just as Iused to love her for the joys I had in her.She has become angelic.
Alas! she is nothing now but a soul, a soul which beams upon her son and me; the body no longer exists; she has conquered suffering.Think what a spectacle for a father! The whole world, to my daughter, is within the walls of her room.I keep it filled with flowers, for she loves them.She reads a great deal; and when she has the use of her hands she works like a fairy.She has no conception of the horrible poverty to which we are reduced.This makes our household way of life so strange, so eccentric, that we cannot admit visitors.Do you now understand me, monsieur? Can you not see how impossible a neighbor is?
I should have to ask for so much forbearance from him that the obligation would be too heavy.Besides, I have no time for friends; Ieducate my grandson, and I have so much other work to do that I only sleep three, or at most four hours at night.""Monsieur," said Godefroid, who had listened patiently, observing the old man with sorrowful attention, "I will be your neighbor, and I will help you."A scornful gesture, even an impatient one, escaped the old man, for he was one who believed in nothing good in human nature.