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Its occupants were silent, and thanks to the moon and the lantern which hung up high behind, I could see Julie and Madame Guix nodding with sleep. My own poor beast limped on and besides thinking of all that I had left undone at the chateau and planning how and where we could go, I had the constant vision of his silent suffering in front of me.
They obeyed, and in the course of three or four minutes returned, bringing with them a much-bedraggled but smiling woman on whose coat was pinned the Red Cross medal. "I'm the trained nurse. Madame Macherez sent me here to help with your hospital." "Oh! I'm sure you're welcome, Madame " "Guix is my name.
We're of no use there are only five of us to look after the almshouse, and a hundred refugees. We know nothing of surgery or bandaging." All this was said sweetly and quietly as we hurried down a long corridor. In the middle of a big, well-lighted room stood Madame Guix bandaging the arm of a fine looking fellow, who shut his eyes and grated his teeth as she worked.
Madame Guix was occupied with two women whose physical condition was such that it was impossible to refuse them beds, come what might and as I crossed the vestibule in search of some instruments, the shadow of a woman and two little girls came up the steps. "Could I give them lodgings?" begged the poor soul.
Madame Guix's course went on as usual, with perhaps a little more animation in the conversation, and much speculation as to when and where those who had stopped at the chateau had been wounded. No one really knew. To tell the truth, though later Madame Guix and I had asked them, the soldiers themselves had but a very indistinct idea of time and date or whereabouts.
A lance had pierced his thigh and the horse's flank, which meant that it had been a hand-to-hand fight, and the blood still flowing freely, proved that the combat was not an hour old! Madame Guix and I were doing our best when the white face's of my notary and his wife appeared at the door of the dispensary. "Madame Huard, we've come to tell you you must go!" "Go?"
Relying on their word that it was impossible to tell where they had buried the trunks, I did not go back to the sand quarry. Half a mile was a distance to be considered, under the circumstances. While all this had been going on, Madame Guix had taken Julie into her confidence and asked her if she would follow us if we were obliged to leave.
When we finally had to wake him, he apologized so nicely for the trouble he had given us, and sighed with delight when he touched the cool linen sheets. "You must have found me a pretty mess. I haven't been out of my saddle for three weeks, and we've been fighting every minute since we left Charleroi." Our patients all asleep, Madame Guix and I sought a moment's rest in the open.
In a second I guessed that they were off to tell the news so I made light of it by declaring that it must be the trying-out of some heavy artillery at Chalons; but when Madame Guix and I found ourselves alone, we looked at each other with interrogation points in our eyes.
"You will be voluntary prisoners, you know, for this is the zone de operations, and you will not be allowed to leave." I bethought me of Madame Guix. Was she still alive? My friend said he would be glad to accompany me to Rebais, as that was as near as any place for recruiting a nurse. And so again I whisked across the Marne.
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