I knew that she was very rich and so I continued:  “What!  Has not your husband five thousand francs at his disposal!  Come, think.  Are you sure that he commissioned you to ask me for them?”

She hesitated for a few seconds, as if she were making a great effort to search her memory, and then she replied:  “Yes ... yes, I am quite sure of it.”  “He has written to you?”

She hesitated again and reflected, and I guessed the torture of her thoughts.  She did not know.  She only knew that she was to borrow five thousand francs of me for her husband.  So she told a lie.  “Yes, he has written to me.”  “When, pray?  You did not mention it to me yesterday.”  “I received his letter this morning.”  “Can you show it me?” “No; no ... no ... it contained private matters ... things too personal to ourselves....  I burnt it.”  “So your husband runs into debt?”

She hesitated again, and then murmured:  “I do not know.”  Thereupon I said bluntly:  “I have not five thousand francs at my disposal at this moment, my dear cousin.”

She uttered a kind of cry as if she were in pain and said:  “Oh! oh!  I beseech you, I beseech you to get them for me....”

She got excited and clasped her hands as if she were praying to me!  I heard her voice change its tone; she wept and stammered, harassed and dominated by the irresistible order that she had received.

“Oh! oh!  I beg you to ... if you knew what I am suffering....  I want them to-day.”

I had pity on her:  “You shall have them by and by, I swear to you.”  “Oh! thank you! thank you!  How kind you are!”

I continued:  “Do you remember what took place at your house last night?” “Yes.”  “Do you remember that Doctor Parent sent you to sleep?” “Yes.”  “Oh!  Very well then; he ordered you to come to me this morning to borrow five thousand francs, and at this moment you are obeying that suggestion.”

She considered for a few moments, and then replied: 

“But as it is my husband who wants them....”

For a whole hour I tried to convince her, but could not succeed, and when she had gone I went to the doctor.  He was just going out, and he listened to me with a smile, and said:  “Do you believe now?” “Yes, I cannot help it.”  “Let us go to your cousin’s.”

She was already dozing on a couch, overcome with fatigue.  The doctor felt her pulse, looked at her for some time with one hand raised toward her eyes which she closed by degrees under the irresistible power of this magnetic influence, and when she was asleep, he said: 

“Your husband does not require the five thousand francs any longer!  You must, therefore, forget that you asked your cousin to lend them to you, and, if he speaks to you about it, you will not understand him.”

Then he woke her up, and I took out a pocketbook and said:  “Here is what you asked me for this morning, my dear cousin.”  But she was so surprised that I did not venture to persist; nevertheless, I tried to recall the circumstance to her, but she denied it vigorously, thought that I was making fun of her, and in the end very nearly lost her temper.