Fortunately, they did not actually look upon him as a sorcerer; but his practice diminished, and he was regarded as an eccentric character, to whom people of good society ought not to entrust even a finger-tip, for fear of being compromised.

The mayor's wife was one day heard to say: "I would sooner die than be attended by that gentleman.

He smells of death." From that time, Pascal was condemned.

He seemed to rejoice at the mute terror which he inspired.

The fewer patients he had, the more time he could devote to his favourite sciences.