“Hisname？“
　　“Ah！totellyouthatImustreadit，orhearit。HeisnamedSavinien；shehasjustspokenhisname；shethinksitsweettosay；
　　shehaslookedinthealmanacforhisfete-dayandmarkedareddotagainstit，——child’splay，that。Ah！shewilllovewell，withasmuchstrengthaspurity；sheisnotagirltolovetwice；lovewillsodyehersoulandfillitthatshewillrejectallothersentiments。“
　　“Wheredoyouseethat？“
　　“Inher。Shewillknowhowtosuffer；sheinheritsthat；herfatherandhermothersufferedmuch。“
　　Thelastwordsovercamethedoctor，whofeltlessshakenthansurprised。Itispropertostatethatbetweenhersentencesthewomanpausedforseveralminutes，duringwhichtimeherattentionbecamemoreandmoreconcentrated。Shewasseentosee；herforeheadhadasingularaspect；aninwardeffortappearedthere；itseemedtoclearorcloudbysomemysteriouspower，theeffectsofwhichMinorethadseenindyingpersonsatmomentswhentheyappearedtohavethegiftofprophecy。SeveraltimesshemadegestureswhichresembledthoseofUrsula。
　　“Questionher，“saidthemysteriousstranger，toMinoret，“shewilltellyousecretsyoualonecanknow。“
　　“DoesUrsulaloveme？“askedMinoret。
　　“AlmostasmuchasshelovesGod，“wastheanswer。“Butsheisveryunhappyatyourunbelief。YoudonotbelieveinGod；asifyoucouldpreventhisexistence！Hiswordfillstheuniverse。Youarethecauseofheronlysorrow——Hear！sheisplayingscales；shelongstobeabettermusicianthansheis；sheisprovokedwithherself。Sheisthinking，’IfIcouldsing，ifmyvoicewerefine，itwouldreachhisearwhenheiswithhismother。’“
　　DoctorMinorettookouthispocket-bookandnotedthehour。
　　“Tellmewhatseedssheplanted？“
　　“Mignonette，sweet-peas，balsams——“
　　“Andwhatelse？“
　　“Larkspur。“
　　“Whereismymoney？“
　　“Withyournotary；butyouinvestitsoasnottolosetheinterestofasingleday。“
　　“Yes，butwhereisthemoneythatIkeepformymonthlyexpenses？“
　　“Youputitinalargebookboundinred，entitled’PandectsofJustinian，Vol。II。’betweenthelasttwoleaves；thebookisontheshelfoffoliosabovetheglassbuffet。Youhaveawholerowofthem。
　　Yourmoneyisinthelastvolumenexttothesalon——See！Vol。III。isbeforeVol。II——butyouhavenomoney，itisallin——“
　　“——thousand-francnotes，“saidthedoctor。
　　“Icannotsee，theyarefolded。No，therearetwonotesoffivehundredfrancs。“
　　“Youseethem？“
　　“Yes。“
　　“Howdotheylook？“
　　“Oneisoldandyellow，theotherwhiteandnew。“
　　Thislastphaseoftheinquirypetrifiedthedoctor。HelookedatBouvardwithabewilderedair；butBouvardandtheSwedenborgian，whowereaccustomedtotheamazementofsceptics，werespeakingtogetherinalowvoiceandappearednottonoticehim。Minoretbeggedthemtoallowhimtoreturnafterdinner。Theoldphilosopherwishedtocomposehismindandshakeoffthisterror，soastoputthisvastpowertosomenewtest，tosubjectittomoredecisiveexperimentsandobtainanswerstocertainquestions，thetruthofwhichshoulddoawaywitheverysortofdoubt。
　　“Behereatnineo’clockthisevening，“saidthestranger。“Iwillreturntomeetyou。“
　　DoctorMinoretwasinsoconvulsedastatethathelefttheroomwithoutbowing，followedbyBouvard，whocalledtohimfrombehind。
　　“Well，whatdoyousay？whatdoyousay？“
　　“IthinkIammad，Bouvard，“answeredMinoretfromthestepsoftheporte-cochere。“IfthatwomantellsthetruthaboutUrsula，——andnonebutUrsulacanknowthethingsthatsorceresshastoldme，——IshallsaythatYOUARERIGHT。IwishIhadwingstoflytoNemoursthisminuteandverifyherwords。ButIshallhireacarriageandstartatteno’clockto-night。Ah！amIlosingmysenses？“
　　“Whatwouldyousayifyouknewofalife-longincurablediseasehealedinamoment；ifyousawthatgreatmagnetizerbringsweatintorrentsfromanherpeticpatient，ormakeaparalyzedwomanwalk？“
　　“Comeanddine，Bouvard；staywithmetillnineo’clock。Imustfindsomedecisive，undeniabletest！“
　　“Sobeit，oldcomrade，“answeredtheother。
　　ThereconciledenemiesdinedinthePalais-Royal。Afteralivelyconversation，whichhelpedMinorettoevadethefeveroftheideaswhichwereravaginghisbrain，Bouvardsaidtohim:——
　　“Ifyouadmitinthatwomanthefacultyofannihilatingoroftraversingspace，ifyouobtainacertaintythathere，inParis，sheseesandhearswhatissaidanddoneinNemours，youmustadmitallothermagneticfacts；theyarenotmoreincrediblethanthese。Askherforsomeoneproofwhichyouknowwillsatisfyyou——foryoumightsupposethatweobtainedinformationtodeceiveyou；butwecannotknow，forinstance，whatwillhappenatnineo’clockinyourgoddaughter’sbedroom。Remember，orwritedown，whatthesleeperwillseeandhear，andthengohome。YourlittleUrsula，whomIdonotknow，isnotouraccomplice，andifshetellsyouthatshehassaidanddonewhatyouhavewrittendown——lowerthyhead，proudHun！“
　　ThetwofriendsreturnedtothehouseoppositetotheAssumptionandfoundthesomnambulist，whoinherwakingstatedidnotrecognizeDoctorMinoret。TheeyesofthiswomanclosedgentlybeforethehandoftheSwedenborgian，whichwasstretchedtowardsheratalittledistance，andshetooktheattitudeinwhichMinorethadfirstseenher。Whenherhandandthatofthedoctorwereagainjoined，heaskedhertotellhimwhatwashappeninginhishouseatNemoursatthatinstant。“WhatisUrsuladoing？“hesaid。
　　“Sheisundressed；shehasjustcurledherhair；sheiskneelingonherprie-Dieu，beforeanivorycrucifixfastenedtoaredvelvetbackground。“
　　“Whatisshesaying？“
　　“Hereveningprayers；sheiscommendingherselftoGod；sheimploreshimtosavehersoulfromevilthoughts；sheexaminesherconscienceandrecallswhatshehasdoneduringtheday；thatshemayknowifshehasfailedtoobeyhiscommandsandthoseofthechurch——poordearlittlesoul，shelaysbareherbreast！“Tearswereinthesleeper’seyes。“Shehasdonenosin，butsheblamesherselfforthinkingtoomuchofSavinien。ShestopstowonderwhatheisdoinginParis；shepraystoGodtomakehimhappy。Shespeaksofyou；sheisprayingaloud。“
　　“Tellmeherwords。“Minorettookhispencilandwrote，asthesleeperutteredit，thefollowingprayer，evidentlycomposedbytheAbbeChaperon。
　　“MyGod，ifthouartcontentwiththinehandmaid，whoworshipstheeandpraystotheewithalovethatisequaltoherdevotion，whostrivesnottowanderfromthysacredpaths，whowouldgladlydieasthySondiedtoglorifythyname，whodesirestoliveintheshadowofthywill——OGod，whoknoweththeheart，opentheeyesofmygodfather，leadhiminthewayofsalvation，granthimthyDivinegrace，thathemaylivefortheeinhislastdays；savehimfromevil，andletmesufferinhisstead。KindSaintUrsula，dearprotectress，andyou，MotherofGod，queenofheaven，archangels，andsaintsinParadise，hearme！joinyourintercessionstomineandhavemercyuponus。“
　　ThesleeperimitatedsoperfectlytheartlessgesturesandtheinspiredmannerofhischildthatDoctorMinoret’seyeswerefilledwithtears。
　　“Doesshesaymore？“heasked。
　　“Yes。“
　　“Repeatit。“
　　“’Mydeargodfather；IwonderwhoplaysbackgammonwithhiminParis。’
　　Shehasblownoutthelight——herheadisonthepillow——sheturnstosleep！Ah！sheisoff！Howprettyshelooksinherlittlenight-cap。“
　　MinoretbowedtothegreatUnknown，wrungBouvardbythehand，randownstairsandhastenedtoacab-standwhichatthattimewasnearthegatesofahousesincepulleddowntomakeroomfortheRued’Alger。
　　TherehefoundacoachmanwhowaswillingtostartimmediatelyforFontainebleau。Themomentthepricewasagreedon，theoldman，whoseemedtohaverenewedhisyouth，jumpedintothecarriageandstarted。Accordingtoagreement，hestoppedtorestthehorseatEssonne，butarrivedatFontainebleauintimeforthediligencetoNemours，onwhichhesecuredaseat，anddismissedhiscoachman。Hereachedhomeatfiveinthemorning，andwenttobed，withhislife-
　　longideasofphysiology，nature，andmetaphysicsinruinsabouthim，andslepttillnineo’clock，soweariedwashewiththeeventsofhisjourney。