The notary's nose;

III.
THE doctor came in with apologies for
keeping them waiting. FranCois got up,
put his hat on the table, and explained
matters with great volubility, while striding up and down the room.
"Monsieur," said he, "this is my maternal uncle, whom I am about to confide
to your care. You see in him a man of
from forty-five to fifty, hardened to manual labor and the privations of a life of
hard work; as to the rest, born of healthy
parents, in a family where no case of
mental aberration has ever been known.
You will not, then, have to contend
against an hereditary disorder. His
trouble is one of the most curious monomanias which you ever had occasion to
examine. He passes with inconceivable