Franco-Prussian War, 1870-1871 -- Fiction; War stories
What between the damage that his reputation as a man of bravery and
politeness would inevitably 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 bevy 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:
“Very well, so much the worse for her; it was too idiotic.”
Then the manufacturer strolled about the city, bourgeois-like desirous
to lose no portion of the spectacle, and at the same time tormented 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 conundrum 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 Hôtel 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 obedience, and the entire lack of plan and competent leadership,
the incomprehensible vacillation, 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.
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