human
Well! so we wanted old snub-nose to carry us off? said M. Lambert, in his half-joking, half-scolding way.
gpt
What the deuce of a hurry we were in! It was necessary to hold you back with both arms at least!
human
Then you had given me up, doctor?
gpt
Not at all, replied the old physician.
human
We can't give up what we have not got; and I make it a rule never to have any hope. We are but instruments in the hands of Providence, and each of us should say, with Ambroise Pare: 'I tend him, God cures him!
gpt
May He be blessed then, as well as you, cried I;
human
Begin by asking yourself for it, resumed he, bluntly.
gpt
God has given it you, and it is your own sense, and not chance, that must keep it for you. One would think, to hear people talk, that sickness comes upon us like the rain or the sunshine, without one having a word to say in the matter. Before we complain of being ill we should prove that we deserve to be well.
human
Ah! you think that I am joking, resumed he, raising his voice;