Franco-Prussian War, 1870-1871 -- Fiction; War stories
The advice was good, and Maurice and Jean acted on it, having first
prevailed on Henriette to take her brother’s place on the sofa. If she
could not go to sleep again, she would at least be securing some
repose. As for Delaherche, he passed through the adjoining chamber,
where Gilberte with her tranquil, pretty face was slumbering still as
soundly as a child, neither the sound of conversation nor even
Henriette’s sobs having availed to make her change her position. From
there he went to the apartment where his mother was watching at Colonel
de Vineuil’s bedside, and thrust his head through the door; the old
lady was asleep in her fauteuil, while the colonel, his eyes closed,
was like a corpse. He opened them to their full extent and asked:
“Well, it’s all over, isn’t it?”
Irritated by the question, which detained him at the very moment when
he thought he should be able to slip away unobserved, Delaherche gave a
wrathful look and murmured, sinking his voice:
“Oh, yes, all over! until it begins again! There is nothing signed.”
The colonel went on in a voice scarcely higher than a whisper; delirium
was setting in.
“Merciful God, let me die before the end! I do not hear the guns. Why
have they ceased firing? Up there at Saint-Menges, at Fleigneux, we
have command of all the roads; should the Prussians dare turn Sedan and
attack us, we will drive them into the Meuse. The city is there, an
insurmountable obstacle between us and them; our positions, too, are
the stronger. Forward! the 7th corps will lead, the 12th will protect
the retreat—”
And his fingers kept drumming on the counterpane with a measured
movement, as if keeping time with the trot of the charger he was riding
in his vision. Gradually the motion became slower and slower as his
words became more indistinct and he sank off into slumber. It ceased,
and he lay motionless and still, as if the breath had left his body.
“Lie still and rest,” Delaherche whispered; “when I have news I will
return.”
Then, having first assured himself that he had not disturbed his
mother’s slumber, he slipped away and disappeared.
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