constrainedly.

I sat down by Auger, and we were left alone.

"I am a basket-maker," he said gravely. "I shall be able to take up my
trade again more or less. But think of workers on the land, like Groult,
who has lost a hand, and Lerondeau, with his useless leg!... That's
really terrible!"

Auger rolls his r's in a way that gives piquancy and vigour to his
conversation. He talks of others with a natural magnanimity which comes
from the heart, like the expression of his eyes, and rings true, like
the sound of his voice. And then again, he really need not envy any one.
Have I not said it! He is a prince.

"I have had some very grand visitors," he says. "Look, another lady came
a little while ago, and left me this big box of sweets. Do take one,
Monsieur, it would be a pleasure to me. And please, will you hand them
round to the others, from me?"

He adds in a lower tone:

"Look under my bed. I put everything I am given there. Really, there's
too much. I'm ashamed. There are some chaps here who never get anything,
and they were brave fellows who did their duty just as well as I did."

It is true, there are many brave soldiers in the ward, but only one
Military Medal was given among them, and it came to Auger. Its arrival
was the occasion of a regular little fete; his comrades all took part in
it cordially, for strange to say, no one is jealous of Auger. A miracle
indeed! Did you ever hear of any other prince of whom no one was
jealous?

"Are you going?" said Auger. "Please just say a few words to Groult. He
is a bit of a grouser, but he likes a talk."

Auger has given me a lesson. I will go and smoke a cigarette with
Groult, and above all, I will go and see Gregoire.

Groult, indeed, is not altogether neglected. He is an original, a
perverse fellow. He is pointed out as a curious animal. He gets his
share of presents and attention.

But no one knows anything about Gregoire; he lies staring at the wall,
and growing thinner every day, and Death seems the only person who is
interested in him.

You shall not die, Gregoire! I vow to keep hold of you, to suffer with
you, and to endure your ill-temper humbly. You, who seem to be bearing
the misery of an entire world, shall not be miserable all alone.

Kind ladies who come to see our wounded and give them picture-books,
tri-coloured caps and sweetmeats, do not forget Gregoire, who is
wretched. Above all, give him your sweetest smiles.

You go away well pleased