"
Dr. Aubertin read the rest to himself.
Edouard fell into a gloomy silence and tortured himself about Camille,
and Rose's anxiety and agitation.
By and by the new servant brought in a letter. It was the long-expected
one from Egypt.
"Here is something better than salts for you. A long letter, Josephine,
and all in his own hand; so he is safe, thank Heaven! I was beginning
to be uneasy again. You frightened me for that poor Camille: but this
is worth a dozen Camilles; this is my son; I would give my old life
for him."--"My dear Mother--('Bless him!'), my dear wife, and my dear
sister--('Well! you sit there like two rocks!')--We have just gained
a battle--fifty colors. ('What do you think of that?') All the enemy's
baggage and ammunition are in our hands. ('This is something like
a battle, this one.') Also the Pasha of Natolie. ('Ah! the Pasha of
Natolie; an important personage, no doubt, though I never had the honor
of hearing of him. Do you hear?--you on the sofa. My son has captured
the Pasha of Natolie. He is as brave as Caesar.') But this success is
not one of those that lead to important results ('Never mind, a victory
is a victory'), and I should not wonder if Bonaparte was to dash home
any day.
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