Mathilde, Mathilde<\/em>, the poison flowing through my bloodstream seemed to cry.<\/p>\n\n\n\nI wrote to her. I pleaded for her to visit me, intimating that it might be for the last time as I had a serious disease. Whilst not strictly true, this was not altogether false: some people might have confused my symptoms with the early stages of some ghastly disease; indeed I had already decided to claim I was suffering from syphilis, but not until after she had arrived. You must understand that I was desperate. How else could I have got her to travel all the way from Cahors, where she had set up her dental practice, to Paris just to see me? I was unable to travel (I hoped that syphilis was one of those diseases that makes it inadvisable to move from one\u2019s home: the sudden weakness, the possibility of cross-infection; in truth I knew nothing at all about the disease, just that it was serious and, as I have said before, I was desperate). The fact was that I was penniless. My law studies were not going well; my father had threatened to disinherit me if I failed my final exams, and I was drinking more than was good for me, although only with hindsight can I see this. As far as I was concerned, I needed to drink several bottles of wine a day in order to keep myself alive, such were the appalling physical manifestations of my love for Mathilde: the shaking limbs, the inability to concentrate, the sleeplessness, the lack of appetite, and above all the images of her that went round and round in my mind, day after day after day, as if the inside of my head were a zoetrope, constantly moving, an agonising loop of torment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She came, although I have to say that her letter confirming her imminent arrival was not as sympathetic nor as loving as I had hoped. She had closed her dental practice for a fortnight (and even I, in my weakened state, could see that this was not a sensible thing to do as she had only qualified the previous year and had used a legacy from her grandmother to set up her one-woman practice, a very rare phenomenon in provincial France in the \u201850s) and would take the overnight train, arriving at Gare Montparnasse at six in the morning. I was late meeting her after a practically sleepless night which had finally resolved itself as the first glimmer of the summer dawn appeared behind the Hotel de Ville, just visible from my first floor bedroom window. When we eventually found each other, I felt shy as I embraced her, wondering if she was angry that I had missed her arrival, although I was sure that she would not chastise me as she would be wary of upsetting me in my condition, and her kiss seemed genuinely warm and loving. I said how glad I was to see her but when I told her I had syphilis she became matter-of-fact.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI need to get a test done as soon as possible, Jacques,\u201d she said as we walked more briskly than I was accustomed through the city towards my lodgings. I found her suitcase unnaturally heavy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOf course,\u201d I replied, wondering how many books she had brought with her. It felt more like bricks. I hoped she would not ask to see the results of my test. \u201cBut you can do that tomorrow. Let\u2019s spend some time together first.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI suppose if I\u2019ve got it already there\u2019ll be no harm,\u201d she said, turning to me with the glimmer of a smile. So she did still love me! My body ached with longing for her. My sickness was about to be cured; I would soon be able to function in the world again: my mad, wild dentist Mathilde would see to me, would alleviate my pain. I shifted her suitcase to the other hand, joyful with expectation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou will have to stay for treatment,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIf I\u2019ve got it,\u201d she said. \u201cWhat are the symptoms?\u201d Hallelujah, she did not know!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cUm, well there are sores and, er, a general feeling of malaise. I\u2019ve had that for some time,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe sores?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo, the malaise. Like a bad case of flu, or an attack in the liver,\u201d I explained.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd the sores?\u201d she said sharply. \u201cWhere are they?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOn the hands,\u201d I said, showing her my palm which had already blistered with the friction from her hard leather suitcase-handle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHmm,\u201d she said, poking at the blisters with keen interest. \u201cNothing down below?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAbsolutely not.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We made love all that day, and all the next. She told me that she had forgotten what desire was until she was back in my arms; our bodies entwined like the branches of the glycine<\/em> that grows on my grandmother\u2019s house in the Languedoc. She nuzzled and clawed and bit and fought like the wild, unpredictable Mathilde of old. I knew I would never tame her, that I needed to devote my life to her, that we could never be happy apart. Then she told me that she hated dentistry and that most of all she hated the people of Cahors. She wished she was back in Paris, with me, that we were both still students together, and could stay young and carefree for ever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\u201cBut I have my finals this year,\u201d I said, \u201cAnd then I will have to find a job. Come and live with me in Paris! We can rent a little apartment in the Marais and…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut you have syphilis! You will be too ill to work in a few years\u2019 time. I know that at some stage of the disease your nose drops off, and no-one will take you seriously as a lawyer then. And there is no call for dentists in Paris \u2013 the city is already at saturation point in terms of dental surgeons. I need to be in Cahors. I have sunk all my legacy into this practice and I must make it work, for my grandmother\u2019s sake.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut if you have the disease too,\u201d I reasoned, \u201cYou will have to stay in Paris for treatment, and we can be ill together. Please, Mathilde, stay with me. I will die without you…\u201d My tone became wheedling; I despised myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut you will die anyway, and then what will I do?\u201d Mathilde purred into my ear, biting the lobe so hard that tears sprang to my eyes. \u201cIf the test is positive, I will stay with you and we can die, soon, together, maybe in a suicide pact. If the test is negative I will have to leave and I think it will be best if we never see each other again…\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy? No! I could not bear that! Stay with me anyway, I beg you! At least grant me this wish. I\u2019m a dying man, Mathilde, have pity on me!\u201d I hoisted myself up onto one elbow and looked deep into her eyes, hoping that my gaze of longing would have the effect of making her see sense, making her realise that she needed me as much as I her. Her eyes flashed, wild, dangerous.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMon Dieu, pardonnez-moi!\u201d she moaned, leaping off the bed and launching herself through the open first-floor window. I moved more quickly than I thought was possible. I jumped out of bed, flew to the window and looked down. She lay there, groaning, her foot at an unnatural angle. Too shocked to keep up the pretence, I shouted down to her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDon\u2019t worry! Everything\u2019s all right – I haven\u2019t got syphilis! There\u2019s nothing physically wrong with me, in fact. And you\u2019ll be fine \u2013 you\u2019ve just broken your ankle.\u201d And I ran outside and hailed a cab to take us to Saint Piti\u00e9 hospital.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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