em.
"Mademoiselle, the house is in confusion, I cannot find a servant. Can
you let me have something from your linen closet, a white cloth of some
kind?"
"Will a napkin answer?"
"No, no, it would not be large enough. Half of a sheet, say."
Rose, eager to oblige, was already fumbling in her closet.
"I don't think I have any half-sheets. No, I don't see anything that
looks as if it would serve your purpose. Oh, here is something; could
you use a tablecloth?"
"A tablecloth! just the thing. Nothing could be better." And he added as
he left the room: "It is to be used as a flag of truce, and hoisted on
the citadel to let the enemy know we want to stop the fighting. Much
obliged, mademoiselle."
Delaherche gave a little involuntary start of delight; they were to have
a respite at last, then! Then he thought it might be unpatriotic to be
joyful at such a time, and put on a long face again; but none the less
his heart was very glad and he contemplated with much interest a colonel
and captain, followed by the sergeant, as they hurriedly left the
Sous-Prefecture. The colonel had the tablecloth, rolled in a bundle,
beneath his arm. He thought he should like to follow them, and took
leave of Rose, who was very proud that her napery was to be put to such
use. It was then just striking two o'clock.
In front of the Hotel de Ville Delaherche was jostled by a disorderly
mob of half-crazed soldiers who were pushing their way down from the
Faubourg de la Cassine; he lost sight of the colonel, and abandoned his
design of going to witness the raising of the white flag. He certainly
would not be allowed to enter the citadel, and then again he had heard
it reported that shells were falling on the college, and a new terror
filled his mind; his factory might have been burned since he left it.
All his feverish agitation returned to him and he started off on a run;
the rapid motion was a relief to him. But the streets were blocked by
groups of men, at every crossing he was delayed by some new obstacle. It
was only when he reached the Rue Maqua and beheld the monumental facade
of his house intact, no smoke or sign of fire about it, that his anxiety
was allayed, and he heaved a deep sigh of satisfaction. He entered, and
from the doorway shouted to his mother and wife:
"It is all right! they are hoisting the white flag; the cannonade won't
last much longer."
He said nothing more, for the appearance presented by the ambulance was
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