Part 12 (1/2)
”I can't tell, Frau Director. I cannot really tell the difference. Ever since I came up here, I have been a little hot and s.h.i.+very.”
”Aha! And where is your thermometer?”
”I haven't one with me, Frau Director. Why should I, I am not ill; I am only up here on a visit.”
”Rubbis.h.!.+ Did you send for me because you weren't ill?”
”No,” he laughed politely, ”it was because I caught a little-”
”Cold. We've often seen such colds. Here, young 'un,” she said, and rummaged again in her bag. She brought out two longish leather cases, one red and one black, and put them on the table. ”This one is three francs fifty, the other five. The five-franc one is better, of course. It will last you a lifetime if you take care of it.”
Smiling he took up the red case and opened it. The gla.s.s instrument lay like a jewel within, fitted neatly into its red velvet groove. The degrees were marked by red strokes, the tenths by black ones; the figures were in red and the tapering end was full of glittering quicksilver. The column stood below blood-heat.
Hans Castorp knew what was due to himself and his upbringing. ”I will take this one,” he said, not even looking at the other. ”The one at five francs. May I-” ”Then that's settled,” croaked the Directress. ”I see you don't niggle over important purchases. No hurry, it will come on the bill. Give him to me. We'll drive him right down”-She took the thermometer out of his hand and plunged it several times through the air, until the mercury stood below 95. ”He'll soon climb up again!” she said. ”Here is your new acquisition. You know how we do it up here? Straight under the tongue, seven minutes, four times a day, and shut the lips well over it. Well, young 'un, I must get on. Good luck!” And she was out at the door.
Hans Castorp bowed her out, then stood by the table, staring from the door through which she had disappeared to the instrument she had left behind. ”So that,” he thought, ”was Directress von Mylendonk. Settembrini doesn't care for her, and certainly she has her unpleasant side. The stye isn't pretty-but of course she does not have it all the time. But why does she call me 'young 'un,' like that? Rather rude and familiar, seems to me. So she has sold me a thermometer-I suppose she always has one or two in her pocket. They are to be had everywhere here, Joachim said, even in shops where you would least expect it. But I didn't need to take the trouble to buy it; it just fell into my lap.” He took the article out of its case, looked at it, and walked restlessly up and down the room. His heart beat strong and rapidly. He looked toward the open balcony door, and considered seeking counsel of Joachim, but thought better of it and paused again by the table. He cleared his throat by way of testing his voice; then he coughed.
”Yes,” he said. ”I must see if I have the fever that goes with the cold.” Quickly he put the thermometer in his mouth, the mercury beneath the tongue, so that the instrument stuck slantingly upwards from his lips. He closed them firmly, that no air might get in. Then he looked at his wrist-watch. It was six minutes after the half-hour. And he began to wait for the seven minutes to pa.s.s.
”Not a second too long,” he thought, ”and not one too short. They can depend on me, in both directions. They needn't give me a 'silent sister,' like that Ottilie Kneifer Settembrini told us of.” He walked about, pressing down the thermometer with his tongue.
The time crept on; the term seemed unending. When he looked at his watch, two and a half minutes had pa.s.sed-and he had feared the seven minutes were already more than up. He did a thousand things: picked up objects about the room and set them down again, walked out on the balcony-taking care that his cousin should not notice his presence-and looked at the landscape of this high valley, now so familiar to him in all its phases; with its horns, its crests and walls, with the projecting wing of the ”Brembuhl,” the ridge of which sloped steeply down to the valley, its flanks covered with rugged undergrowth, with its formations on the right side of the valley, whose names were no less familiar than the others, and the Alteinwand, which from this point appeared to close in the valley on the south. He looked down on the garden beds and paths, the grotto and the silver fir; he listened to the murmur that rose from the rest-hall; and he returned to his room, settling the thermometer under his tongue. Then, with a motion of the arm which drew away the sleeve from his wrist, he brought the forearm before his eyes and found that by dint of pus.h.i.+ng and shoving, pulling and hauling, he had managed to get rid of full six minutes. The last one he spent standing in the middle of the room-but then, unfortunately, he let his thoughts wander and fell into a ”doze,” so that the sixty seconds flew by on the wings of the wind; and, when he looked again, the eighth minute was already past its first quarter. ”It doesn't really matter, so far as the result is concerned,” he thought, and tearing the instrument out of his mouth, he stared at it in confusion.
He was not immediately the wiser. The gleam of the quicksilver fell with the reflection of the gla.s.s case where the light struck it, and he could not tell whether the mercury had ascended the whole length of the column, or whether it was not there at all. He brought the instrument close to his eyes, turned it hither and thither-all to no purpose. But at last a lucky turn gave him a clearer view; he hastily arrested his hand and brought his intelligence to bear. Mercurius, in fact, had climbed up again, just as the Frau Directress said. The column was perceptibly lengthened; it stood several of the black strokes above normal. Hans Castorp had 99.6.
Ninety-nine and six tenths degrees in broad daylight, between ten and half past in the morning. That was too much; it was ”temperature.” It was fever consequent on an infection, for which his system had been eager. The question was now, what kind of infection? 99.6-why, Joachim had no more, nor anyone else up here, except the moribund and bedridden. Not Fraulein Kleefeld with her pneumothorax, nor-nor Madame Chauchat. Naturally, in his case it was not the same kind, certainly not; he had what would have been called at home a feverish cold. But the distinction was not such a simple one to make. Hans Castorp doubted whether the fever had only come on when the cold did, and he regretted not having consulted a thermometer at the outset, when the Hofrat suggested it. He could see now that this had been very reasonable advice; Settembrini had been wrong to sneer at it as he had-Settembrini, with his republic and his bello stile bello stile. Hans Castorp loathed and contemned the republic and the bello stile bello stile as he stood there consulting his thermometer; he kept on losing the mark and turning the instrument this way and that to find it again. Yes, it registered 99.6- and this in the early part of the day! as he stood there consulting his thermometer; he kept on losing the mark and turning the instrument this way and that to find it again. Yes, it registered 99.6- and this in the early part of the day!
He was thoroughly upset. He walked the length of the room twice or thrice, the thermometer held horizontally in his hand, so as not to jiggle it and make it read differently. Then he carefully deposited it on the wash-hand-stand, and went with his overcoat and rugs into the balcony. Sitting down, he threw the covers about him, with practised hand, first from one side, then from the other, and lay still, waiting until it should be time for Joachim to fetch him for second breakfast. Now and then he smiled-it was precisely as though he smiled at at somebody. And now and then his breast heaved as he caught his breath and was seized with his bronchial cough. Joachim found him still lying when he entered at eleven o'clock at sound of the gong for second breakfast. ”Well?” he asked in surprise, coming up to his cousin's chair. somebody. And now and then his breast heaved as he caught his breath and was seized with his bronchial cough. Joachim found him still lying when he entered at eleven o'clock at sound of the gong for second breakfast. ”Well?” he asked in surprise, coming up to his cousin's chair.
Hans Castorp sat awhile without answering, looking in front of him. Then he said:”Well, the latest is that I have some fever.”
”What do you mean?” Joachim asked. ”Do you feel feverish?”
Again Hans Castorp let him wait a little for the answer, then delivered himself airily as follows: ”Feverish, my dear fellow, I have felt for a long time-all the time I have been up here, in fact. But at the moment it is not a matter of subjective emotion, but of fact. I have taken my temperature.”
”You've taken your temperature? What with?” Joachim cried, startled.
”With a thermometer, naturally,” answered Hans Castorp, not without a caustic tinge to his voice. ”Frau Director sold me one. Why she should call me young 'un I can't imagine. It is distinctly not comme il faut comme il faut. But she lost no time in selling me an excellent thermometer; if you would like to convince yourself, you can; it is there on the wash-hand-stand. It is only slight fever.”
Joachim turned on his heel and went into the bedroom. When he came back, he said hesitatingly: ”Yes, it is 99.5.”
”Then it has gone down a little,” his cousin responded hastily. ”It was six.”
”But you can't call that slight fever,” Joachim said. ”Certainly not for the forenoon. This is a pretty how-d'ye-do!” And he stood by his cousin's side as one stands before a how-d'ye-do, arms akimbo and head dropped. ”You'll have to go to bed.” Hans Castorp had his answer ready. ”I can't see,” he remarked, ”why I should go to bed with a temperature of 99.6 when the rest of you, who haven't any less, can run about as you like.”
”But that is different,” Joachim said. ”Your fever is acute and harmless, the result of a cold.”
”In the first place,” said Hans Castorp, speaking with dignity and dividing his remarks into categories, ”I cannot comprehend why, with a harmless fever-a.s.suming for the moment, that there is such a thing-one must keep one's bed, while with one that is not harmless you needn't. And secondly, I tell you the fever has not made me hotter than I was before. My position is that 99.6 is 99.6. If you can run about with it, so can I.”
”But I had to lie for four weeks when I first came,” objected Joachim, ”and they only let me get up when it was clear that the fever persisted even after I had lain in bed.”
Hans Castorp smiled. ”Well, and-?” he asked. ”I thought it was different with you. It seems to me you are contradicting yourself; first you say our cases are different; then you say they are alike. That seems sheer twaddle to me.”
Joachim made a right-about turn. When he turned round again, his sun-tanned visage showed an even darker shade.