VIII

Next morning the Countess was very ill, and Roma went to her

immediately.

"I must have a doctor," she said. "It's perfectly heartless to keep me

without one all this time."

"Aunt Betsy," said Roma, "you know quite well that but for your own

express prohibition you would have had a doctor all along."

"For mercy's sake, don't nag, but send for a doctor immediately. Let it

be Dr. Fedi. Everybody has Dr. Fedi now."

Fedi was the Pope's physician, and therefore the most costly and

fashionable doctor in Rome.

Dr. Fedi came with an assistant who carried a little case of

instruments. He examined the Countess, her breast, her side, and the

glands under her arms, shot out a solemn under-lip, put two fingers

inside his collar, twisted his head from side to side, and announced

that the patient must have a nurse immediately.

"Do you hear that, Roma? Doctor says that I must have a nurse. Of course

I must have a nurse. I'll have one of the English nursing Sisters.

Everybody has them now. They're foreigners, and if they talk they can't

do much mischief."

The Sister was sent for. She was a mild and gentle creature, in blue and

white, but she talked perpetually of her Mother Superior, who had been

bedridden for fifteen years, yet smiled sweetly all day long. That

exasperated the Countess and fretted her. When the doctor came again the

patient was worse.

"Your aunt must have dainties to tempt her appetite and so keep up her

strength."

"Do you hear, Roma?"

"You shall have everything you wish for, auntie."

"Well, I wish for strawberries. Everybody eats them who is ill at this

season."

The strawberries were bought, but the Countess scarcely touched them,

and they were finally consumed in the kitchen.

When the doctor came a third time the patient was much emaciated and her

skin had become sallow and earthy.

"It would not be right to conceal from you the gravity of your

condition, Countess," he said. "In such a case we always think it best

to tell a patient to make her peace with God."

"Oh, don't say that, doctor," whimpered the poor withered creature on

the bed.

"But while there's life there's hope, you know; and meantime I'll send

you an opiate to relieve the pain."

When the doctor was gone, the Countess sent for Roma.

"That Fedi is a fool," she said. "I don't know what people see in him. I

should like to try the Bambino of Ara C[oe]li. The Cardinal Vicar had

it, and why shouldn't I? They say it has worked miracles. It may be

dear, but if I die you will always reproach yourself. If you are short

of money you can sign a bill at six months, and before that the poor

maniac woman will be gone and you'll be the wife of the Baron."




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