"Impossible, impossible."
At length, towards evening—the whole camp with the whole village sympathised with us—some one told me:
"An officer from Marle is at the Red Cross. Go and try again."
We ran to see him. I well-nigh fell at his feet, and besought him. He looked somewhat moved.
"Well, let me see what I can do. You are sure the lady is unable to travel?" he asked the doctor.
"Absolutely. She cannot be moved."
"I cannot be moved either," I cried. "Please examine me. You will see there is something the matter with my heart, and if I am driven to go, it will be the death of me."
"Well," the officer said, "let us see."
His eyes gave consent. He turned to the doctor.
"You might examine her, and see if the journey would not endanger her life."