That affected me but little. They might very well kill each other, these two men, for they were equally ill-mannered. The carriage was now quiet and icy cold, for the wind blew in wildly through the broken pane. The sun had set. The sky was getting cloudy. It was about half past five and we were approaching Tergnier. The major had changed seats with his friend, in order to shelter his ear as much as possible. He kept moaning like a half-dead cow. Suddenly, the repeated whistling of a distant locomotive made us listen attentively. We then heard two, three, and four _petards_ bursting under our wheels. We could perfectly well feel the efforts the engine driver was making to slacken speed, but before he could succeed we were thrown against each other by a frightful shock. There were cracks and creaks, the hiccoughs of the locomotive spitting out its smoke in irregular fits, desperate cries, shouts, oaths, sudden downfalls, a lull, then a thick smoke, broken by the flames of a fire. Our carriage was standing up like a horse kicking up its hind legs. It was impossible to get our balance again. Who was wounded and who was not wounded? We were nine in the compartment. For my part, I fancied that all my bones were broken. I moved one leg and then I tried the other. Then, delighted at finding them without any broken places, I tried my arms in the same way. I had nothing broken and neither had Mlle. Soubise. She had bitten her tongue and it was bleeding, and this had frightened me. She did not seem to understand anything. The tremendous shaking up had made her dizzy, and she lost her memory for some days. I had a rather deep scratch between my eyes. I had not had time to stretch out my arms, and my forehead had knocked against the hilt of the sword which the officer seated by Soubise had been holding upright.