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Then Delaherche, who all this time had been frantically shouting to Weiss without intermission, addressed him one last appeal: "You won't come? Very well! then I shall leave you to your fate. Adieu!" It was seven o'clock, and he had delayed his departure too long.
In the Place Turenne and Place du Rivage, Delaherche succeeded with the greatest difficulty in working his way through the press. As he passed the Hotel of the Golden Cross a sorrowful vision greeted his eyes, that of the generals seated in the dining room, gloomily silent, around the empty board; there was nothing left to eat in the house, not even bread.
Madame Delaherche nodded affirmatively. "Those wounds in the foot are dreadful things, though," he went on. "I suppose he is likely to be laid up for a long time, isn't he?" She made him no answer this time, as if all her being, all her faculties were concentrated on contemplating the great calamity of their defeat.
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.
Back and forth he shuffled with heavy, dragging steps, and ceased not, despite his unendurable suffering. An aide-de-camp had just entered the room it was he who had failed to close the door behind him and Delaherche heard the Emperor ask him in a sorrowfully reproachful voice: "What is the reason of this continued firing, sir, after I gave orders to hoist the white flag?"
It was in vain that Henriette darted 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 suffocating. 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.
She paid her board and was the means of introducing many small comforts into the life of the farmhouse, which caused Father Fouchard to regard her with an eye of favor. The weather was always fine with him, provided he was making money. "Ah! so my sister is here," said Maurice. "That must have been what M. Delaherche wished to tell me, with his gestures that I could not understand.
At half-past five o'clock, after the closing of the gates, Delaherche, in his eager thirst for news, now that he knew the battle lost, had again returned to the Sous-Prefecture.
And just then a name came to his recollection that caused him a thrill of delight, the name of the manufacturer in whose employment Maurice's brother-in-law was. M. Delaherche! yes, that was it. He accosted an old man who happened to be passing. "Can you tell me where M. Delaherche lives?"
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.
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