A Selection from the Writings of Guy De Maupassant, Vol. I. Guy de Maupassant

you remember that Dr. Parent sent you to sleep?"

      "Yes."

      "Oh! Very well then; he ordered you to come to me this morning to borrow five thousand francs, and at this moment you are obeying that suggestion."

      She considered for a few moments, and then replied: "But as it is my husband who wants them – "

      For a whole hour I tried to convince her, but could not succeed, and when she had gone I went to the doctor. He was just going out, and he listened to me with a smile, and said: "Do you believe now?"

      "Yes, I cannot help it."

      "Let us go to your cousin's."

      She was already resting on a couch, overcome with fatigue. The doctor felt her pulse, looked at her for some time with one hand raised toward her eyes, which she closed by degrees under the irresistible power of this magnetic influence. When she was asleep, he said:

      "Your husband does not require the five thousand francs any longer! You must, therefore, forget that you asked your cousin to lend them to you, and, if he speaks to you about it, you will not understand him."

      Then he woke her up, and I took out a pocket-book and said: "Here is what you asked me for this morning, my dear cousin." But she was so surprised, that I did not venture to persist; nevertheless, I tried to recall the circumstance to her, but she denied it vigorously, thought that I was making fun of her, and in the end, very nearly lost her temper.

      There! I have just come back, and I have not been able to eat any lunch, for this experiment has altogether upset me.

      July 19. Many people to whom I have told the adventure have laughed at me. I no longer know what to think. The wise man says: Perhaps?

      July 21. I dined at Bougival, and then I spent the evening at a boatmen's ball. Decidedly everything depends on place and surroundings. It would be the height of folly to believe in the supernatural on the Ile de la Grenouilliere.2 But on the top of Mont Saint-Michel or in India, we are terribly under the influence of our surroundings. I shall return home next week.

      July 30. I came back to my own house yesterday. Everything is going on well.

      August 2. Nothing fresh; it is splendid weather, and I spend my days in watching the Seine flow past.

      August 4. Quarrels among my servants. They declare that the glasses are broken in the cupboards at night. The footman accuses the cook, she accuses the needlewoman, and the latter accuses the other two. Who is the culprit? It would take a clever person to tell.

      August 6. This time, I am not mad. I have seen – I have seen – I have seen! – I can doubt no longer – I have seen it!