CHAPTER V.
THE FINDING OF THE BACILLUS.
If I have dwelt so long upon the laboratory and its master, it is because
there the great blessing came that has glorified my whole existence. This
was the way of it.
One day I asked Prof. Darmstetter some question about the preparation of a
microscopic slide from a bit of a frog's lung.
"Vait!" he snapped, "I vill speak vit' you aftervards."
The girls prophesied the terrible things that were to happen, as they
lingered in the cloak room, waiting their turn on the threadbare spot in
the rug which a rich girl had bought to cover the threadbare spot in the
carpet in front of the mirror. "Now you'll catch it!" the last one said,
as she carefully put her hat straight with both hands and ran out of the
room.
When I returned to the laboratory Prof. Darmstetter motioned me to a chair
and took one opposite, from which he fixed his keen eyes upon my face.
Again he seemed weighing, judging, considering me with uncanny, impersonal
scrutiny.
"How I despise t'ose vomen!" he said at last, throwing up his hands with
an impatient gesture.
Used to his ways, I waited in silence.
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