“No, monsieur.”
“He has a rib or two broken. We will get him into the house, and I can dress that wound on his head. It is probable that Monsieur Clemenceau will let us send the car back to Amiens for the necessary drugs and dressings. Is there a bed ready?”
“Yes, monsieur.”
The doctor got up, and seeing Philipon, instinctively chose him for the work that was to be done.
“It is essential that he should be moved very carefully. I shall want a door, something flat, and four helpers. One has to be cautious when a man has been kicked about the body.”
Anatole Durand rejoined them with a face that beamed.
“There is nothing very serious? No? Monsieur le docteur, I am overjoyed. Well, Paul, my boy, we are going to mend you in five minutes.”
He was down on his knees beside Manon.
“My dear, it is your happiness that weeps.”
She raised her face to his.