Franco-Prussian War, 1870-1871 -- Fiction; War stories
what to do, he went downstairs again, came back, moved about from room
to room, until it was nearly two in the morning, wearying his ears with
trying to decipher some meaning in the sounds that came to him from
without.
This condition of affairs could not last. Delaherche resolved to return
once more to the Sous-Prefecture, feeling assured that all rest would
be quite out of the question for him so long as his ignorance
continued. A feeling of despair seized him, however, when he went
downstairs and looked out upon the densely crowded street, where the
confusion seemed to be worse than ever; never would he have the
strength to fight his way to the Place Turenne and back again through
obstacles the mere memory of which caused every bone in his body to
ache again. And he was mentally discussing matters, when who should
come up but Major Bouroche, panting, perspiring, and swearing.
“_Tonnerre de Dieu!_ I wonder if my head’s on my shoulders or not!”
He had been obliged to visit the Hôtel de Ville to see the mayor about
his supply of chloroform, and urge him to issue a requisition for a
quantity, for he had many operations to perform, his stock of the drug
was exhausted, and he was afraid, he said, that he should be compelled
to carve up the poor devils without putting them to sleep.
“Well?” inquired Delaherche.
“Well, they can’t even tell whether the apothecaries have any or not!”
But the manufacturer was thinking of other things than chloroform. “No,
no,” he continued. “Have they brought matters to a conclusion yet? Have
they signed the agreement with the Prussians?”
The major made a gesture of impatience. “There is nothing concluded,”
he cried. “It appears that those scoundrels are making demands out of
all reason. Ah, well; let ’em commence afresh, then, and we’ll all
leave our bones here. That will be best!”
Delaherche’s face grew very pale as he listened. “But are you quite
sure these things are so?”
“I was told them by those fellows of the municipal council, who are in
permanent session at the city hall. An officer had been dispatched from
the Sous-Prefecture to lay the whole affair before them.”
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