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And he went back to the shed, followed by Delaherche, who would not lose sight of him for fear lest he might forget his promise. The business that lay before him now was the rescision of a shoulder-joint in accordance with Lisfranc's method, which surgeons never fail to speak of as a "very pretty" operation, something neat and expeditious, barely occupying forty seconds in the performance.
As she was about to ascend the private staircase, however, that conducted to the apartment of Gilberte, young Madame Delaherche, she experienced another surprise in an encounter that startled her so that she retraced her steps a little way, doubtful whether it would not be better to abandon her intention, and go home again.
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 not only "pretty," but exciting, on account of the danger, for a man will pump all the blood out of his body in two minutes through the brachial, to say nothing of the risk there is in bringing a patient to a sitting posture when under the influence of anaesthetics. Delaherche was white as a ghost; a thrill of horror ran down his back.
Jean had recovered his equanimity; his thoughts, like Maurice's, reverted to Henriette, and the idea occurred to him that they might see Delaherche somewhere among the throng. He gave his friend a nudge of the elbow. "Keep your eyes open if we pass through their street presently, will you?"
As he passed along the line of the 12th corps, appearing and vanishing like a specter, the men eyed him with curiosity, but did not cheer. To all these events had Delaherche been witness, and now he trembled at the thought that he, too, as soon as he should have left the brick works, would have to run the gauntlet of those terrible projectiles.
Delaherche had just had an experience with a lodger who had been quartered on him, a captain of cuirassiers, who made a practice of going to bed with his boots on and when he went away left his apartment in an unmentionably filthy condition, when in the last half of September Captain de Gartlauben came to his door one evening when it was raining in torrents.
They carried him away and laid him on the straw, and gave the table and its covering a thorough cleansing; and the buckets of blood-red water that they threw out across the grass plot gave to the pale daisies a still deeper hue of crimson. When Delaherche had in some degree recovered his equanimity he was astonished to notice that the bombardment was still going on. Why had it not been silenced?
A zouave, for whom there was none left, sobbed like a child in his disappointment. Delaherche was meantime trying to gain the major's ear to see if he could not prevail on him to take up the captain's case out of its regular turn.
Now, however, the wrong was so flagrant that she resolved to speak to her son. Gilberte blushingly replied, without an excessive manifestation of embarrassment, however: "Oh, yes, I had a few hours of refreshing sleep. You know that Jules has not returned " Madame Delaherche interrupted her with a grave nod of her head.
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