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Gustave recovered, but slowly. The physician pronounced him out of all immediate danger, but said frankly to him, and somewhat more guardedly to his parents, "There is ample cause to beware. " "Look you, my young friend," he added to Rameau, "mere brain-work seldom kills a man once accustomed to it like you; but heart-work, and stomach-work, and nerve- work, added to brain-work, may soon consign to the coffin a frame ten times more robust than yours. Write as much as you will -- that is your vocation; but it is not your vocation to drink absinthe -- to preside at orgies in the _Maison Doree_. Regulate yourself, and not after the fashion of the fabulous Don Juan. Marry -- live soberly and quietly -- and you may survive the grandchildren of _viveurs_. Go on as you have done, and before the year is out you are in _Pere la Chaise_."
Rameau listened languidly, but with a profound conviction that the physician thoroughly understood his case.