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"Three months since, she was at the
Ems Springs with her mother."
"Bravo! bravo! " yelled M. Morlot.
"Yes, Monsieur," responded the doctor.
M. Morlot ran up to the doctor and
said: " You're not the doctor! You're one
of the patients! "
"My friend," replied the doctor, "if
you don't behave yourself, we'll have to
give you a shower-bath."
M. Morlot recoiled, frightened. His
nephew continued:
" Monsieur, I love Mademoiselle —your
daughter. I have some hope that I'm
loved in return, and if her sentiments have
not changed since September, I have the
honor to ask you for her hand."
The doctor answered: "This is Monsieur Francois Thomas, then, with whom
I've the honor of speaking?"
"The same, Monsieur, and I ought to
have begun by telling you my name."