"Most certainly I do," said Ambroise Paré, resolutely.
"What wonderful instrument do you propose to use?"
"My hands, to be sure," replied Ambroise.
"I protest with all my force," cried the infuriated surgeon, "against any such profanation of Monseigneur's last hours."
"And we join in your protest," shouted all his associates.
"Have you any means of saving the prince's life to propose?" asked Ambroise Paré.
"No, it is impossible," was the unanimous chorus.
"He is mine, then," said Ambroise, extending his hands over the body as if to take formal possession of it.
"We withdraw, then," said the surgeon-in-chief, and he and his associates made a movement toward the door.
"What do you propose to do?" was the question put to Ambroise on all sides.