"So much the better! I have suffered enough in my life."
"As you like. Let us pass on to another."
He cast his eyes over a long line of straw mattresses at the end of the room; the two last were empty, but covered with blood. Materne and Kasper laid the old wood-cutter down on the last, while Dubois, approaching another wounded man, said, "Nicolas, it is thy turn!"
Nicolas Cerf raised his pale face and his eyes glistened with fright.
"Let him have a glass of brandy," said the doctor.
"No, I would rather smoke my pipe."
"Where is thy pipe?"
"In my waistcoat pocket."
"Good, I have found it. And the tobacco?"
"In my trousers."