Sleep did not visit Henriette's eyes that night. She knew her husband to be a prudent1 man, but the thought that he was in Bazeilles, so near the German lines, was cause to her of deep anxiety. She tried to soothe2 her apprehensions4 by reminding herself that she had his solemn promise to return at the first appearance of danger; it availed not, and at every instant she detected herself listening to catch the sound of his footstep on the stair. At ten o'clock, as she was about to go to bed, she opened her window, and resting her elbows on the sill, gazed out into the night.
The darkness was intense; looking downward, she could scarce discern the pavement of the Rue6 des Voyards, a narrow, obscure passage, overhung by old frowning mansions7. Further on, in the direction of the college, a smoky street lamp burned dimly. A nitrous exhalation rose from the street; the squall of a vagrant8 cat; the heavy step of a belated soldier. From the city at her back came strange and alarming sounds: the patter of hurrying feet, an ominous9, incessant10 rumbling11, a muffled12 murmur13 without a name that chilled her blood. Her heart beat loudly in her bosom14 as she bent15 her ear to listen, and still she heard not the familiar echo of her husband's step at the turning of the street below.
Hours passed, and now distant lights that began to twinkle in the open fields beyond the ramparts excited afresh her apprehensions. It was so dark that it cost her an effort of memory to recall localities. She knew that the broad expanse that lay beneath her, reflecting a dim light, was the flooded meadows, and that flame that blazed up and was suddenly extinguished, surely it must be on la Marfee. But never, to her certain knowledge, had there been farmer's house or peasant's cottage on those heights; what, then, was the meaning of that light? And then on every hand, at Pont-Maugis, Noyers, Frenois, other fires arose, coruscating17 fitfully for an instant and giving mysterious indication of the presence of the swarming19 host that lay hidden in the bosom of the night. Yet more: there were strange sounds and voices in the air, subdued20 murmurings such as she had never heard before, and that made her start in terror; the stifled21 hum of marching men, the neighing and snorting of steeds, the clash of arms, hoarse22 words of command, given in guttural accents; an evil dream of a demoniac crew, a witch's sabbat, in the depths of those unholy shades. Suddenly a single cannon23-shot rang out, ear-rending, adding fresh terror to the dead silence that succeeded it. It froze her very marrow25; what could it mean? A signal, doubtless, telling of the successful completion of some movement, announcing that everything was ready, down there, and that now the sun might rise.
It was about two o'clock when Henriette, forgetting even to close her window, at last threw herself, fully18 dressed, upon her bed. Her anxiety and fatigue26 had stupefied her and benumbed her faculties27. What could ail5 her, thus to shiver and burn alternately, she who was always so calm and self-reliant, moving with so light a step that those about her were unconscious of her existence? Finally she sank into a fitful, broken slumber28 that brought with it no repose29, in which was present still that persistent30 sensation of impending31 evil that filled the dusky heavens. All at once, arousing her from her unrefreshing stupor33, the firing commenced again, faint and muffled in the distance, not a single shot this time, but peal34 after peal following one another in quick succession. Trembling, she sat upright in bed. The firing continued. Where was she? The place seemed strange to her; she could not distinguish the objects in her chamber35, which appeared to be filled with dense36 clouds of smoke. Then she remembered: the fog must have rolled in from the near-by river and entered the room through the window. Without, the distant firing was growing fiercer. She leaped from her bed and ran to the casement37 to listen.
Four o'clock was striking from a steeple in Sedan, and day was breaking, tingeing38 the purplish mists with a sickly, sinister39 light. It was impossible to discern objects; even the college buildings, distant but a few yards, were undistinguishable. Where could the firing be, _mon Dieu_! Her first thought was for her brother Maurice; for the reports were so indistinct that they seemed to her to come from the north, above the city; then, listening more attentively40, her doubt became certainty; the cannonading was there, before her, and she trembled for her husband. It was surely at Bazeilles. For a little time, however, she suffered herself to be cheered by a ray of hope, for there were moments when the reports seemed to come from the right. Perhaps the fighting was at Donchery, where she knew that the French had not succeeded in blowing up the bridge. Then she lapsed41 into a condition of most horrible uncertainty42; it seemed to be now at Donchery, now at Bazeilles; which, it was impossible to decide, there was such a ringing, buzzing sensation in her head. At last the feeling of suspense43 became so acute that she felt she could not endure it longer; she _must_ know; every nerve in her body was quivering with the ungovernable desire, so she threw a shawl over her shoulders and left the house in quest of news.
When she had descended44 and was in the street Henriette hesitated a brief moment, for the little light that was in the east had not yet crept downward along the weather-blackened house-fronts to the roadway, and in the old city, shrouded45 in opaque47 fog, the darkness still reigned48 impenetrable. In the tap-room of a low pot-house in the Rue au Beurre, dimly lighted by a tallow candle, she saw two drunken Turcos and a woman. It was not until she turned into the Rue Maqua that she encountered any signs of life: soldiers slinking furtively49 along the sidewalk and hugging the walls, deserters probably, on the lookout50 for a place in which to hide; a stalwart trooper with despatches, searching for his captain and knocking thunderously at every door; a group of fat burghers, trembling with fear lest they had tarried there too long, and preparing to crowd themselves into one small carriole if so be they might yet reach Bouillon, in Belgium, whither half the population of Sedan had emigrated within the last two days. She instinctively51 turned her steps toward the Sous-Prefecture, where she might depend on receiving information, and her desire to avoid meeting acquaintances determined52 her to take a short cut through lanes and by-ways. On reaching the Rue du Four and the Rue des Laboureurs, however, she found an obstacle in her way; the place had been pre-empted by the ordnance53 department, and guns, caissons, forges were there in interminable array, having apparently54 been parked away in that remote corner the day before and then forgotten there. There was not so much as a sentry55 to guard them. It sent a chill to her heart to see all that artillery56 lying there silent and ineffective, sleeping its neglected sleep in the concealment57 of those deserted58 alleys59. She was compelled to retrace60 her steps, therefore, which she did by passing through the Place du College to the Grande-Rue, where in front of the Hotel de l'Europe she saw a group of orderlies holding the chargers of some general officers, whose high-pitched voices were audible from the brilliantly lighted dining room. On the Place du Rivage and the Place Turenne the crowd was even greater still, composed of anxious groups of citizens, with women and children interspersed61 among the struggling, terror-stricken throng62, hurrying in every direction; and there she saw a general emerge from the Hotel of the Golden Cross, swearing like a pirate, and spur his horse off up the street at a mad gallop63, careless whom he might overturn. For a moment she seemed about to enter the Hotel de Ville, then changed her mind, and taking the Rue du Pont-de-Meuse, pushed on to the Sous-Prefecture.
Never had Sedan appeared to her in a light so tragically64 sinister as now, when she beheld65 it in the livid, forbidding light of early dawn, enveloped66 in its shroud46 of fog. The houses were lifeless and silent as tombs; many of them had been empty and abandoned for the last two days, others the terrified owners had closely locked and barred. Shuddering67, the city awoke to the cares and occupations of the new day; the morning was fraught69 with chill misery70 in those streets, still half deserted, peopled only by a few frightened pedestrians71 and those hurrying fugitives72, the remnant of the exodus73 of previous days. Soon the sun would rise and send down its cheerful light upon the scene; soon the city, overwhelmed in the swift-rising tide of disaster, would be crowded as it had never been before. It was half-past five o'clock; the roar of the cannon, caught and deadened among the tall dingy74 houses, sounded more faintly in her ears.
At the Sous-Prefecture Henriette had some acquaintance with the concierge's daughter, Rose by name, a pretty little blonde of refined appearance who was employed in Delaherche's factory. She made her way at once to the lodge75; the mother was not there, but Rose received her with her usual amiability76.
"Oh! dear lady, we are so tired we can scarcely stand; mamma has gone to lie down and rest a while. Just think! all night long people have been coming and going, and we have not been able to get a wink16 of sleep."
And burning to tell all the wonderful sights that she had been witness to since the preceding day, she did not wait to be questioned, but ran on volubly with her narrative77.
"As for the marshal, he slept very well, but that poor Emperor! you can't think what suffering he has to endure! Yesterday evening, do you know, I had gone upstairs to help give out the linen78, and as I entered the apartment that adjoins his dressing79-room I heard groans80, oh, _such_ groans! just like someone dying. I thought a moment and knew it must be the Emperor, and I was so frightened I couldn't move; I just stood and trembled. It seems he has some terrible complaint that makes him cry out that way. When there are people around he holds in, but as soon as he is alone it is too much for him, and he groans and shrieks81 in a way to make your hair stand on end."
"Do you know where the fighting is this morning?" asked Henriette, desiring to check her loquacity82.
Rose dismissed the question with a wave of her little hand and went on with her narrative.
"That made me curious to know more, you see, and I went upstairs four or five times during the night and listened, and every time it was just the same; I don't believe he was quiet an instant all night long, or got a minute's sleep. Oh! what a terrible thing it is to suffer like that with all he has to worry him! for everything is upside down; it is all a most dreadful mess. Upon my word, I believe those generals are out of their senses; such ghostly faces and frightened eyes! And people coming all the time, and doors banging and some men scolding and others crying, and the whole place like a sailor's boarding-house; officers drinking from bottles and going to bed in their boots! The Emperor is the best of the whole lot, and the one who gives least trouble, in the corner where he conceals83 himself and his suffering!" Then, in reply to Henriette's reiterated84 question: "The fighting? there has been fighting at Bazeilles this morning. A mounted officer brought word of it to the marshal, who went immediately to notify the Emperor. The marshal has been gone ten minutes, and I shouldn't wonder if the Emperor intends to follow him, for they are dressing him upstairs. I just now saw them combing him and plastering his face with all sorts of cosmetics85."
But Henriette, having finally learned what she desired to know, rose to go.
"Thank you, Rose. I am in somewhat of a hurry this morning."
"Glad to have been of service to you, Madame Weiss. I know that anything said to you will go no further."
Henriette hurried back to her house in the Rue des Voyards. She felt quite certain that her husband would have returned, and even reflected that he would be alarmed at not finding her there, and hastened her steps in consequence. As she drew near the house she raised her eyes in the expectation of seeing him at the window watching for her, but the window, wide open as she had left it when she went out, was vacant, and when she had run up the stairs and given a rapid glance through her three rooms, it was with a sinking heart that she saw they were untenanted save for the chill fog and continuous roar of the cannonade. The distant firing was still going on. She went and stood for a moment at the window; although the encircling wall of vapor87 was not less dense than it had been before, she seemed to have a clearer apprehension3, now that she had received oral information, of the details of the conflict raging at Bazeilles, the grinding sound of the mitrailleuses, the crashing volleys of the French batteries answering the German batteries in the distance. The reports seemed to be drawing nearer to the city, the battle to be waxing fiercer and fiercer with every moment.
Why did not Weiss return? He had pledged himself so faithfully not to outstay the first attack! And Henriette began to be seriously alarmed, depicting88 to herself the various obstacles that might have detained him: perhaps he had not been able to leave the village, perhaps the roads were blocked or rendered impassable by the projectiles89. It might even be that something had happened him, but she put the thought aside and would not dwell on it, preferring to view things on their brighter side and finding in hope her safest mainstay and reliance. For an instant she harbored the design of starting out and trying to find her husband, but there were considerations that seemed to render that course inadvisable: supposing him to have started on his return, what would become of her should she miss him on the way? and what would be his anxiety should he come in and find her absent? Her guiding principle in all her thoughts and actions was her gentle, affectionate devotedness90, and she saw nothing strange or out of the way in a visit to Bazeilles under such extraordinary circumstances, accustomed as she was, like an affectionate little woman, to perform her duty in silence and do the thing that she deemed best for their common interest. Where her husband was, there was her place; that was all there was about it.
She gave a sudden start and left the window, saying:
"Monsieur Delaherche, how could I forget--"
It had just come to her recollection that the cloth manufacturer had also passed the night at Bazeilles, and if he had returned would be able to give her the intelligence she wanted. She ran swiftly down the stairs again. In place of taking the more roundabout way by the Rue des Voyards, she crossed the little courtyard of her house and entered the passage that conducted to the huge structure that fronted on the Rue Maqua. As she came out into the great central garden, paved with flagstones now and retaining of its pristine91 glories only a few venerable trees, magnificent century-old elms, she was astonished to see a sentry mounting guard at the door of a carriage-house; then it occurred to her that she had been told the day before that the camp chests of the 7th corps92 had been deposited there for safe keeping, and it produced a strange impression on her mind that all the gold, millions, it was said to amount to, should be lying in that shed while the men for whom it was destined93 were being killed not far away. As she was about to ascend94 the private staircase, however, that conducted to the apartment of Gilberte, young Madame Delaherche, she experienced another surprise in an encounter that startled her so that she retraced95 her steps a little way, doubtful whether it would not be better to abandon her intention, and go home again. An officer, a captain, had crossed her path, as noiselessly as a phantom96 and vanishing as swiftly, and yet she had had time to recognize him, having seen him in the past at Gilberte's house in Charleville, in the days when she was still Madame Maginot. She stepped back a few steps in the courtyard and raised her eyes to the two tall windows of the bedroom, the blinds of which were closed, then dismissed her scruples97 and entered.
Upon reaching the first floor, availing herself of that privilege of old acquaintanceship by virtue99 of which one woman often drops in upon another for an unceremonious early morning chat, she was about to knock at the door of the dressing-room, but apparently someone had left the room hastily and failed to secure the door, so that it was standing100 ajar, and all she had to do was give it a push to find herself in the dressing room, whence she passed into the bedroom. From the lofty ceiling of the latter apartment depended voluminous curtains of red velvet102, protecting the large double bed. The warm, moist air was fragrant103 with a faint perfume of Persian lilac, and there was no sound to break the silence save a gentle, regular respiration104, scarcely audible.
"Gilberte!" said Henriette, very softly.
The young woman was sleeping peacefully, and the dim light that entered the room between the red curtains of the high windows displayed her exquisitely105 rounded head resting upon a naked arm and her profusion106 of beautiful hair straying in disorder107 over the pillow. Her lips were parted in a smile.
"Gilberte!"
She slightly moved and stretched her arms, without opening her eyes.
"Yes, yes; good-by. Oh! please--" Then, raising her head and recognizing Henriette: "What, is it you! How late is it?"
When she learned that it had not yet struck six she seemed disconcerted, assuming a sportive air to hide her embarrassment108, saying it was unfair to come waking people up at such an hour. Then, to her friend, questioning her about her husband, she made answer:
"Why, he has not returned; I don't look for him much before nine o'clock. What makes you so eager to see him at this hour of the morning?"
Henriette's voice had a trace of sternness in it as she answered, seeing the other so smiling, so dull of comprehension in her happy waking.
"I tell you there has been fighting all the morning at Bazeilles, and I am anxious about my husband."
"Oh, my dear," exclaimed Gilberte, "I assure you there is not the slightest reason for your feeling so. My husband is so prudent that he would have been home long ago had there been any danger. Until you see him back here you may rest easy, take my word for it."
Henriette was struck by the justness of the argument; Delaherche, it was true, was distinctly not a man to expose himself uselessly. She was reassured109, and went and drew the curtains and threw back the blinds; the tawny111 light from without, where the sun was beginning to pierce the fog with his golden javelins112, streamed in a bright flood into the apartment. One of the windows was part way open, and in the soft air of the spacious113 bedroom, but now so close and stuffy114, the two women could hear the sound of the guns. Gilberte, half recumbent, her elbow resting on the pillow, gazed out upon the sky with her lustrous115, vacant eyes.
"So, then, they are fighting," she murmured. Her chemise had slipped downward, exposing a rosy116, rounded shoulder, half hidden beneath the wandering raven117 tresses, and her person exhaled119 a subtle, penetrating120 odor, the odor of love. "They are fighting, so early in the morning, _mon Dieu!_ It would be ridiculous if it were not for the horror of it."
But Henriette, in looking about the room, had caught sight of a pair of gauntlets, the gloves of a man, lying forgotten on a small table, and she started perceptibly. Gilberte blushed deeply, and extending her arms with a conscious, caressing121 movement, drew her friend to her and rested her head upon her bosom.
"Yes," she almost whispered, "I saw that you noticed it. Darling, you must not judge me too severely122. He is an old friend; I told you all about it at Charleville, long ago, you remember." Her voice sank lower still; there was something that sounded very like a laugh of satisfaction in her tender tones. "He pleaded so with me yesterday that I would see him just once more. Just think, this morning he is in action; he may be dead by this. How could I refuse him?" It was all so heroic and so charming, the contrast was so delicious between war's stern reality and tender sentiment; thoughtless as a linnet, she smiled again, notwithstanding her confusion. Never could she have found it in her heart to drive him from her door, when circumstances all were propitious123 for the interview. "Do you condemn124 me?"
Henriette had listened to her confidences with a very grave face. Such things surprised her, for she could not understand them; it must be that she was constituted differently from other women. Her heart that morning was with her husband, her brother, down there where the battle was raging. How was it possible that anyone could sleep so peacefully and be so gay and cheerful when the loved ones were in peril125?
"But think of your husband, my dear, and of that poor young man as well. Does not your heart yearn126 to be with them? You do not reflect that their lifeless forms may be brought in and laid before your eyes at any moment."
Gilberte raised her adorable bare arm before her face to shield her vision from the frightful127 picture.
"O Heaven! what is that you say? It is cruel of you to destroy all the pleasure of my morning in this way. No, no; I won't think of such things. They are too mournful."
Henriette could not refrain from smiling in spite of her anxiety. She was thinking of the days of their girlhood, and how Gilberte's father, Captain de Vineuil, an old naval128 officer who had been made collector of customs at Charleville when his wounds had incapacitated him for active service, hearing his daughter cough and fearing for her the fate of his young wife, who had been snatched from his arms by that terrible disease, consumption, had sent her to live at a farm-house near Chene-Populeux. The little maid was not nine years old, and already she was a consummate129 actress--a perfect type of the village coquette, queening it over her playmates, tricked out in what old finery she could lay hands on, adorning130 herself with bracelets131 and tiaras made from the silver paper wrappings of the chocolate. She had not changed a bit when, later, at the age of twenty, she married Maginot, the inspector132 of woods and forests. Mezieres, a dark, gloomy town, surrounded by ramparts, was not to her taste, and she continued to live at Charleville, where the gay, generous life, enlivened by many festivities, suited her better. Her father was dead, and with a husband whom, by reason of his inferior social position, her friends and acquaintances treated with scant133 courtesy, she was absolutely mistress of her own actions. She did not escape the censure134 of the stern moralists who inhabit our provincial135 cities, and in those days was credited with many lovers; but of the gay throng of officers who, thanks to her father's old connection and her kinship to Colonel de Vineuil, disported136 themselves in her drawing-room, Captain Beaudoin was the only one who had really produced an impression. She was light and frivolous--nothing more--adoring pleasure and living entirely137 in the present, without the least trace of perverse138 inclination139; and if she accepted the captain's attentions, it is pretty certain that she did it out of good-nature and love of admiration140.
"You did very wrong to see him again," Henriette finally said, in her matter-of-fact way.
"Oh! my dear, since I could not possibly do otherwise, and it was only for just that once. You know very well I would die rather than deceive my new husband."
She spoke141 with much feeling, and seemed distressed142 to see her friend shake her head disapprovingly144. They dropped the subject, and clasped each other in an affectionate embrace, notwithstanding their diametrically different natures. Each could hear the beating of the other's heart, and they might have understood the tongues those organs spoke--one, the slave of pleasure, wasting and squandering145 all that was best in herself; the other, with the mute heroism146 of a lofty soul, devoting herself to a single ennobling affection.
"But hark! how the cannon are roaring," Gilberte presently exclaimed. "I must make haste and dress."
The reports sounded more distinctly in the silent room now that their conversation had ceased. Leaving her bed, the young woman accepted the assistance of her friend, not caring to summon her maid, and rapidly made her toilet for the day, in order that she might be ready to go downstairs should she be needed there. As she was completing the arrangement of her hair there was a knock at the door, and, recognizing the voice of the elder Madame Delaherche, she hastened to admit her.
"Certainly, dear mother, you may come in."
With the thoughtlessness that was part of her nature, she allowed the old lady to enter without having first removed the gauntlets from the table. It was in vain that Henriette darted147 forward to seize them and throw them behind a chair. Madame Delaherche stood glaring for some seconds at the spot where they had been with an expression on her face as if she were slowly suffocating148. Then her glance wandered involuntarily from object to object in the room, stopping finally at the great red-curtained bed, the coverings thrown back in disorder.
It was plain that she had had another purpose in coming there than to make that speech. Ah, that marriage that her son had insisted on contracting, contrary to her wish, at the mature age of fifty, after twenty years of joyless married life with a shrewish, bony wife; he, who had always until then deferred150 so to her will, now swayed only by his passion for this gay young widow, lighter151 than thistle-down! She had promised herself to keep watch over the present, and there was the past coming back to plague her. But ought she to speak? Her life in the household was one of silent reproach and protest; she kept herself almost constantly imprisoned152 in her chamber, devoting herself rigidly153 to the observances of her austere154 religion. Now, however, the wrong was so flagrant that she resolved to speak to her son.
Gilberte blushingly replied, without an excessive manifestation155 of embarrassment, however:
"Oh, yes, I had a few hours of refreshing32 sleep. You know that Jules has not returned--"
Madame Delaherche interrupted her with a grave nod of her head. Ever since the artillery had commenced to roar she had been watching eagerly for her son's return, but she was a Spartan156 mother, and concealed157 her gnawing158 anxiety under a cloak of brave silence. And then she remembered what was the object of her visit there.
"Your uncle, the colonel, has sent the regimental surgeon with a note in pencil, to ask if we will allow them to establish a hospital here. He knows that we have abundance of space in the factory, and I have already authorized160 the gentlemen to make use of the courtyard and the big drying-room. But you should go down in person--"
"Oh, at once, at once!" exclaimed Henriette, hastening toward the door. "We will do what we can to help."
Gilberte also displayed much enthusiasm for her new occupation as nurse; she barely took the time to throw a lace scarf over her head, and the three women went downstairs. When they reached the bottom and stood in the spacious vestibule, looking out through the main entrance, of which the leaves had been thrown wide back, they beheld a crowd collected in the street before the house. A low-hung carriage was advancing slowly along the roadway, a sort of carriole, drawn161 by a single horse, which a lieutenant162 of zouaves was leading by the bridle163. They took it to be a wounded man that they were bringing to them, the first of their patients.
"Yes, yes! This is the place; this way!"
But they were quickly undeceived. The sufferer recumbent in the carriole was Marshal MacMahon, severely wounded in the hip98, who, his hurt having been provisionally cared for in the cottage of a gardener, was now being taken to the Sous-Prefecture. He was bareheaded and partially164 divested165 of his clothing, and the gold embroidery166 on his uniform was tarnished167 with dust and blood. He spoke no word, but had raised his head from the pillow where it lay and was looking about him with a sorrowful expression, and perceiving the three women where they stood, wide eyed with horror, their joined hands resting on their bosom, in presence of that great calamity168, the whole army stricken in the person of its chief at the very beginning of the conflict, he slightly bowed his head, with a faint, paternal169 smile. A few of those about him removed their hats; others, who had no time for such idle ceremony, were circulating the report of General Ducrot's appointment to the command of the army. It was half-past seven o'clock.
"And what of the Emperor?" Henriette inquired of a bookseller, who was standing at his door.
"He left the city near an hour ago," replied the neighbor. "I was standing by and saw him pass out at the Balan gate. There is a rumor170 that his head was taken off by a cannon ball."
But this made the grocer across the street furious. "Hold your tongue," he shouted, "it is an infernal lie! None but the brave will leave their bones there to-day!"
When near the Place du College the marshal's carriole was lost to sight in the gathering171 crowd, among whose numbers the most strange and contradictory172 reports from the field of battle were now beginning to circulate. The fog was clearing; the streets were bright with sunshine.
A hail, in no gentle terms, was heard proceeding173 from the courtyard: "Now then, ladies, here is where you are wanted, not outside!"
They all three hastened inside and found themselves in presence of Major Bouroche, who had thrown his uniform coat upon the floor, in a corner of the room, and donned a great white apron174. Above the broad expanse of, as yet, unspotted white, his blazing, leonine eyes and enormous head, with shock of harsh, bristling175 hair, seemed to exhale118 energy and determination. So terrible did he appear to them that the women were his most humble176 servants from the very start, obedient to his every sign, treading on one another to anticipate his wishes.
"There is nothing here that is needed. Get me some linen; try and see if you can't find some more mattresses178; show my men where the pump is--"
And they ran as if their life was at stake to do his bidding; were so active that they seemed to be ubiquitous.
The factory was admirably adapted for a hospital. The drying-room was a particularly noticeable feature, a vast apartment with numerous and lofty windows for light and ventilation, where they could put in a hundred beds and yet have room to spare, and at one side was a shed that seemed to have been built there especially for the convenience of the operators: three long tables had been brought in, the pump was close at hand, and a small grass-plot adjacent might serve as ante-chamber for the patients while awaiting their turn. And the handsome old elms, with their deliciously cool shade, roofed the spot in most agreeably.
Bouroche had considered it would be best to establish himself in Sedan at the commencement, foreseeing the dreadful slaughter179 and the inevitable180 panic that would sooner or later drive the troops to the shelter of the ramparts. All that he had deemed it necessary to leave with the regiment159 was two flying ambulances and some "first aids," that were to send him in the casualties as rapidly as possible after applying the primary dressings181. The details of litter-bearers were all out there, whose duty it was to pick up the wounded under fire, and with them were the ambulance wagons183 and _fourgons_ of the medical train. The two assistant-surgeons and three hospital stewards184 whom he had retained, leaving two assistants on the field, would doubtless be sufficient to perform what operations were necessary. He had also a corps of dressers under him. But he was not gentle in manner and language, for all he did was done impulsively185, zealously186, with all his heart and soul.
"_Tonnerre de Dieu!_ how do you suppose we are going to distinguish the cases from one another when they begin to come in presently? Take a piece of charcoal187 and number each bed with a big figure on the wall overhead, and place those mattresses closer together, do you hear? We can strew188 some straw on the floor in that corner if it becomes necessary."
The guns were barking, preparing his work for him; he knew that at any moment now the first carriage might drive up and discharge its load of maimed and bleeding flesh, and he hastened to get all in readiness in the great, bare room. Outside in the shed the preparations were of another nature: the chests were opened and their contents arranged in order on a table, packages of lint189, bandages, compresses, rollers, splints for fractured limbs, while on another table, alongside a great jar of cerate and a bottle of chloroform, were the surgical190 cases with their blood-curdling array of glittering instruments, probes, forceps, bistouries, scalpels, scissors, saws, an arsenal191 of implements192 of every imaginable shape adapted to pierce, cut, slice, rend24, crush. But there was a deficient193 supply of basins.
"You must have pails, pots, jars about the house--something that will hold water. We can't work besmeared with blood all day, that's certain. And sponges, try to get me some sponges."
Madame Delaherche hurried away and returned, followed by three women bearing a supply of the desired vessels194. Gilberte, standing by the table where the instruments were laid out, summoned Henriette to her side by a look and pointed195 to them with a little shudder68. They grasped each other's hand and stood for a moment without speaking, but their mute clasp was eloquent196 of the solemn feeling of terror and pity that filled both their souls. And yet there was a difference, for one retained, even in her distress143, the involuntary smile of her bright youth, while in the eyes of the other, pale as death, was the grave earnestness of the heart which, one love lost, can never love again.
"How terrible it must be, dear, to have an arm or leg cut off!"
"Poor fellows!"
Bouroche had just finished placing a mattress177 on each of the three tables, covering them carefully with oil-cloth, when the sound of horses' hoofs197 was heard outside and the first ambulance wagon182 rolled into the court. There were ten men in it, seated on the lateral198 benches, only slightly wounded; two or three of them carrying their arm in a sling199, but the majority hurt about the head. They alighted with but little assistance, and the inspection200 of their cases commenced forthwith.
One of them, scarcely more than a boy, had been shot through the shoulder, and as Henriette was tenderly assisting him to draw off his greatcoat, an operation that elicited201 cries of pain, she took notice of the number of his regiment.
"Why, you belong to the 106th! Are you in Captain Beaudoin's company?"
No, he belonged to Captain Bonnaud's company, but for all that he was well acquainted with Corporal Macquart and felt pretty certain that his squad202 had not been under fire as yet. The tidings, meager203 as they were, sufficed to remove a great load from the young woman's heart: her brother was alive and well; if now her husband would only return, as she was expecting every moment he would do, her mind would be quite at rest.
At that moment, just as Henriette raised her head to listen to the cannonade, which was then roaring with increased viciousness, she was thunderstruck to see Delaherche standing only a few steps away in the middle of a group of men, to whom he was telling the story of the frightful dangers he had encountered in getting from Bazeilles to Sedan. How did he happen to be there? She had not seen him come in. She darted toward him.
"Is not my husband with you?"
But Delaherche, who was just then replying to the fond questions of his wife and mother, was in no haste to answer.
"Wait, wait a moment." And resuming his narrative: "Twenty times between Bazeilles and Balan I just missed being killed. It was a storm, a regular hurricane, of shot and shell! And I saw the Emperor, too. Oh! but he is a brave man!--And after leaving Balan I ran--"
Henriette shook him by the arm.
"My husband?"
"Weiss? why, he stayed behind there, Weiss did."
"What do you mean, behind there?"
"Why, yes; he picked up the musket204 of a dead soldier, and is fighting away with the best of them."
"He is fighting, you say?--and why?"
"He must be out of his head, I think. He would not come with me, and of course I had to leave him."
Henriette gazed at him fixedly205, with wide-dilated eyes. For a moment no one spoke; then in a calm voice she declared her resolution.
"It is well; I will go to him."
What, she, go to him? But it was impossible, it was preposterous206! Delaherche had more to say of his hurricane of shot and shell. Gilberte seized her by the wrists to detain her, while Madame Delaherche used all her persuasive207 powers to convince her of the folly208 of the mad undertaking209. In the same gentle, determined tone she repeated:
"It is useless; I will go to him."
She would only wait to adjust upon her head the lace scarf that Gilberte had been wearing and which the latter insisted she should accept. In the hope that his offer might cause her to abandon her resolve Delaherche declared that he would go with her at least as far as the Balan gate, but just then he caught sight of the sentry, who, in all the turmoil210 and confusion of the time, had been pacing uninterruptedly up and down before the building that contained the treasure chests of the 7th corps, and suddenly he remembered, was alarmed, went to give a look and assure himself that the millions were there still. In the meantime Henriette had reached the portico211 and was about to pass out into the street.
"Wait for me, won't you? Upon my word, you are as mad as your husband!"
Another ambulance had driven up, moreover, and they had to wait to let it pass in. It was smaller than the other, having but two wheels, and the two men whom it contained, both severely wounded, rested on stretchers placed upon the floor. The first one whom the attendants took out, using the most tender precaution, had one hand broken and his side torn by a splinter of shell; he was a mass of bleeding flesh. The second had his left leg shattered; and Bouroche, giving orders to extend the latter on one of the oil-cloth-covered mattresses, proceeded forthwith to operate on him, surrounded by the staring, pushing crowd of dressers and assistants. Madame Delaherche and Gilberte were seated near the grass-plot, employed in rolling bandages.
In the street outside Delaherche had caught up with Henriette.
"Come, my dear Madame Weiss, abandon this foolhardy undertaking. How can you expect to find Weiss in all that confusion? Most likely he is no longer there by this time; he is probably making his way home through the fields. I assure you that Bazeilles is inaccessible212."
But she did not even listen to him, only increasing her speed, and had now entered the Rue de Menil, her shortest way to the Balan gate. It was nearly nine o'clock, and Sedan no longer wore the forbidding, funereal213 aspect of the morning, when it awoke to grope and shudder amid the despair and gloom of its black fog. The shadows of the houses were sharply defined upon the pavement in the bright sunlight, the streets were filled with an excited, anxious throng, through which orderlies and staff officers were constantly pushing their way at a gallop. The chief centers of attraction were the straggling soldiers who, even at this early hour of the day, had begun to stream into the city, minus arms and equipments, some of them slightly wounded, others in an extreme condition of nervous excitation, shouting and gesticulating like lunatics. And yet the place would have had very much its every-day aspect, had it not been for the tight-closed shutters214 of the shops, the lifeless house-fronts, where not a blind was open. Then there was the cannonade, that never-ceasing cannonade, beneath which earth and rocks, walls and foundations, even to the very slates215 upon the roofs, shook and trembled.
What between the damage that his reputation as a man of bravery and politeness would inevitably216 suffer should he desert Henriette in her time of trouble, and his disinclination to again face the iron hail on the Bazeilles road, Delaherche was certainly in a very unpleasant predicament. Just as they reached the Balan gate a bevy217 of mounted officers, returning to the city, suddenly came riding up, and they were parted. There was a dense crowd of people around the gate, waiting for news. It was all in vain that he ran this way and that, looking for the young woman in the throng; she must have been beyond the walls by that time, speeding along the road, and pocketing his gallantry for use on some future occasion, he said to himself aloud:
Then the manufacturer strolled about the city, bourgeois-like desirous to lose no portion of the spectacle, and at the same time tormented219 by a constantly increasing feeling of anxiety. How was it all to end? and would not the city suffer heavily should the army be defeated? The questions were hard ones to answer; he could not give a satisfactory solution to the conundrum220 when so much depended on circumstances, but none the less he was beginning to feel very uneasy for his factory and house in the Rue Maqua, whence he had already taken the precaution to remove his securities and valuables and bury them in a place of safety. He dropped in at the Hotel de Ville, found the Municipal Council sitting in permanent session, and loitered away a couple of hours there without hearing any fresh news, unless that affairs outside the walls were beginning to look very threatening. The army, under the pushing and hauling process, pushed back to the rear by General Ducrot during the hour and a half while the command was in his hands, hauled forward to the front again by de Wimpffen, his successor, knew not where to yield obedience221, and the entire lack of plan and competent leadership, the incomprehensible vacillation222, the abandonment of positions only to retake them again at terrible cost of life, all these things could not fail to end in ruin and disaster.
From there Delaherche pushed forward to the Sous-Prefecture to ascertain223 whether the Emperor had returned yet from the field of battle. The only tidings he gleaned224 here were of Marshal MacMahon, who was said to be resting comfortably, his wound, which was not dangerous, having been dressed by a surgeon. About eleven o'clock, however, as he was again going the rounds, his progress was arrested for a moment in the Grande-Rue, opposite the Hotel de l'Europe, by a sorry cavalcade225 of dust-stained horsemen, whose jaded226 nags227 were moving at a walk, and at their head he recognized the Emperor, who was returning after having spent four hours on the battle-field. It was plain that death would have nothing to do with him. The big drops of anguish228 had washed the rouge229 from off those painted cheeks, the waxed mustache had lost its stiffness and drooped230 over the mouth, and in that ashen231 face, in those dim eyes, was the stupor of one in his last agony. One of the officers alighted in front of the hotel and proceeded to give some friends, who were collected there, an account of their route, from la Moncelle to Givonne, up the entire length of the little valley among the soldiers of the 1st corps, who had already been pressed back by the Saxons across the little stream to the right bank; and they had returned by the sunken road of the Fond de Givonne, which was even then in such an encumbered232 condition that had the Emperor desired to make his way to the front again he would have found the greatest difficulty in doing so. Besides, what would it have availed?
As Delaherche was drinking in these particulars with greedy ears a loud explosion shook the quarter. It was a shell, which had demolished233 a chimney in the Rue Sainte-Barbe, near the citadel234. There was a general rush and scramble235; men swore and women shrieked236. He had flattened237 himself against the wall, when another explosion broke the windows in a house not far away. The consequences would be dreadful if they should shell Sedan; he made his way back to the Rue Maqua on a keen run, and was seized by such an imperious desire to learn the truth that he did not pause below stairs, but hurried to the roof, where there was a terrace that commanded a view of the city and its environs.
A glance of the situation served to reassure110 him; the German fire was not directed against the city; the batteries at Frenois and la Marfee were shelling the Plateau de l'Algerie over the roofs of the houses, and now that his alarm had subsided238 he could even watch with a certain degree of admiration the flight of the projectiles as they sailed over Sedan in a wide, majestic239 curve, leaving behind them a faint trail of smoke upon the air, like gigantic birds, invisible to mortal eye and to be traced only by the gray plumage shed by their pinions241. At first it seemed to him quite evident that what damage had been done so far was the result of random242 practice by the Prussian gunners: they were not bombarding the city yet; then, upon further consideration, he was of opinion that their firing was intended as a response to the ineffectual fire of the few guns mounted on the fortifications of the place. Turning to the north he looked down from his position upon the extended and complex system of defenses of the citadel, the frowning curtains black with age, the green expanses of the turfed glacis, the stern bastions that reared their heads at geometrically accurate angles, prominent among them the three cyclopean salients, the Ecossais, the Grand Jardin, and la Rochette, while further to the west, in extension of the line, were Fort Nassau and Fort Palatinat, above the faubourg of Menil. The sight produced in him a melancholy243 impression of immensity and futility244. Of what avail were they now against the powerful modern guns with their immense range? Besides, the works were not manned; cannon, ammunition245, men were wanting. Some three weeks previously246 the governor had invited the citizens to organize and form a National Guard, and these volunteers were now doing duty as gunners; and thus it was that there were three guns in service at Palatinat, while at the Porte de Paris there may have been a half dozen. As they had only seven or eight rounds to each gun, however, the men husbanded their ammunition, limiting themselves to a shot every half hour, and that only as a sort of salve to their self-respect, for none of their missiles reached the enemy; all were lost in the meadows opposite them. Hence the enemy's batteries, disdainful of such small game, contemptuously pitched a shell at them from time to time, out of charity, as it were.
Those batteries over across the river were objects of great interest to Delaherche. He was eagerly scanning the heights of la Marfee with his naked eye, when all at once he thought of the spy-glass with which he sometimes amused himself by watching the doings of his neighbors from the terrace. He ran downstairs and got it, returned and placed it in position, and as he was slowly sweeping247 the horizon and trees, fields, houses came within his range of vision, he lighted on that group of uniforms, at the angle of a pine wood, over the main battery at Frenois, of which Weiss had caught a glimpse from Bazeilles. To him, however, thanks to the excellence248 of his glass, it would have been no difficult matter to count the number of officers of the staff, so distinctly he made them out. Some of them were reclining carelessly on the grass, others were conversing249 in little groups, and in front of them all stood a solitary250 figure, a spare, well-proportioned man to appearances, in an unostentatious uniform, who yet asserted in some indefinable way his masterhood. It was the Prussian King, scarce half finger high, one of those miniature leaden toys that afford children such delight. Although he was not certain of this identity until later on the manufacturer found himself, by reason of some inexplicable251 attraction, constantly returning to that diminutive252 puppet, whose face, scarce larger than a pin's head, was but a pale point against the immense blue sky.
It was not midday yet, and since nine o'clock the master had been watching the movements, inexorable as fate, of his armies. Onward253, ever onward, they swept, by roads traced for them in advance, completing the circle, slowly but surely closing in and enveloping254 Sedan in their living wall of men and guns. The army on his left, that had come up across the level plain of Donchery, was debouching still from the pass of Saint-Albert and, leaving Saint-Menges in its rear, was beginning to show its heads of columns at Fleigneux; and, in the rear of the XIth corps, then sharply engaged with General Douay's force, he could discern the Vth corps, availing itself of the shelter of the woods and advancing stealthily on Illy, while battery upon battery came wheeling into position, an ever-lengthening line of thundering guns, until the horizon was an unbroken ring of fire. On the right the army was now in undisputed possession of the valley of the Givonne; the XIIth corps had taken la Moncelle, the Guards had forced the passage of the stream at Daigny, compelling General Ducrot to seek the protection of the wood of la Garenne, and were pushing up the right bank, likewise in full march upon the plateau of Illy. Their task was almost done; one effort more, and up there at the north, among those barren fields, on the very verge255 of the dark forests of the Ardennes, the Crown Prince of Prussia would join hands with the Crown Prince of Saxony. To the south of Sedan the village of Bazeilles was lost to sight in the dense smoke of its burning houses, in the clouds of dun vapor that rose above the furious conflict.
And tranquilly256, ever since the morning, the King had been watching and waiting. An hour yet, two hours, it might be three, it mattered not; it was only a question of time. Wheel and pinion240, cog and lever, were working in harmony, the great engine of destruction was in motion, and soon would have run its course. In the center of the immense horizon, beneath the deep vault257 of sunlit sky, the bounds of the battlefield were ever becoming narrower, the black swarms258 were converging259, closing in on doomed260 Sedan. There were fiery261 reflexions in the windows of the city; to the left, in the direction of the Faubourg de la Cassine, it seemed as if a house was burning. And outside the circle of flame and smoke, in the fields no longer trodden by armed men, over by Donchery, over by Carignan, peace, warm and luminous101, lay upon the land; the bright waters of the Meuse, the lusty trees rejoicing in their strength, the broad, verdant262 meadows, the fertile, well-kept farms, all rested peacefully beneath the fervid263 noonday sun.
Turning to his staff, the King briefly264 called for information upon some point. It was the royal will to direct each move on the gigantic chessboard; to hold in the hollow of his hand the hosts who looked to him for guidance. At his left, a flock of swallows, affrighted by the noise of the cannonade, rose high in air, wheeled, and vanished in the south.
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vapor
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