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"
In
the
event
of
what
?
"
Rambert
asked
.
They
then
told
him
that
it
was
in
the
event
of
his
falling
ill
with
the
plague
and
dying
,
in
which
case
they
could
,
on
the
one
hand
,
inform
his
family
,
and
on
the
other
know
whether
the
hospital
fees
should
be
charged
to
the
budget
of
the
town
or
whether
they
could
request
reimbursement
from
his
relatives
.
Obviously
,
this
proved
that
he
was
not
altogether
cut
off
from
the
woman
who
was
waiting
for
him
;
society
was
taking
an
interest
in
them
.
But
that
was
no
consolation
.
What
was
more
remarkable
—
and
Rambert
consequently
remarked
on
it
—
was
the
way
in
which
,
in
the
very
midst
of
a
disaster
,
an
office
could
carry
on
working
and
take
initiatives
appropriate
to
a
quite
different
time
,
often
unknown
to
the
highest
authorities
,
for
the
simple
reason
that
it
was
designed
to
operate
in
this
way
.
For
Rambert
,
the
period
that
followed
was
both
the
easiest
and
the
most
difficult
.
It
was
a
period
of
numbness
.
He
had
visited
all
the
offices
,
made
all
the
approaches
,
and
for
the
time
being
the
exits
in
that
direction
were
blocked
.
He
wandered
from
cafe
to
cafe
.
In
the
morning
he
would
sit
down
on
a
terrace
in
front
of
a
glass
of
warm
beer
,
reading
the
newspaper
and
hoping
to
find
in
it
some
indication
that
the
epidemic
would
soon
be
over
,
watching
the
faces
of
the
passers
-
by
in
the
street
and
turning
away
in
disgust
from
their
expressions
of
melancholy
.
Then
after
reading
for
the
hundredth
time
the
signs
on
the
shops
opposite
and
the
advertisements
for
great
aperitifs
which
were
already
no
longer
available
,
he
would
get
up
and
walk
aimlessly
through
the
yellow
streets
of
the
town
.
In
this
way
,
with
solitary
walks
to
cafes
and
from
cafes
to
restaurants
,
he
would
reach
evening
.
Rieux
noticed
him
,
on
one
such
evening
,
at
the
door
of
a
cafe
where
the
journalist
seemed
reluctant
to
enter
.
Then
he
appeared
to
make
up
his
mind
and
went
to
sit
at
the
back
of
the
room
.
It
was
at
the
time
when
,
in
obedience
to
orders
from
above
,
they
would
delay
as
long
as
possible
the
moment
of
turning
on
the
lights
in
public
places
.
Dusk
spread
through
the
room
like
grey
water
,
the
pink
of
the
evening
sky
was
reflected
against
the
windows
and
mirrors
,
and
the
marble
tabletops
shone
faintly
in
the
gathering
darkness
.
In
the
middle
of
the
empty
room
Rambert
seemed
like
a
lost
shade
and
Rieux
thought
that
it
was
his
time
for
giving
up
.
But
it
was
also
the
moment
when
all
the
prisoners
of
the
town
felt
their
own
sense
of
abandonment
and
something
must
be
done
to
speed
their
delivery
.
Rieux
turned
away
.
Rambert
also
spent
long
periods
of
time
in
the
station
.
It
was
forbidden
to
go
on
to
the
platforms
.
But
the
waiting
-
rooms
which
could
be
reached
from
outside
remained
open
;
sometimes
beggars
would
settle
there
when
it
was
hot
because
the
rooms
were
shady
and
cool
.
Rambert
came
to
read
old
timetables
,
notices
forbidding
spitting
and
the
railway
by
-
laws
.
Then
he
would
sit
down
in
a
corner
.
The
room
was
dark
.
An
old
cast
-
iron
stove
had
been
cooling
for
months
in
the
middle
of
figures
-
of
-
eight
traced
by
old
waterings
.
On
the
wall
a
few
notices
advertised
a
happy
,
free
life
in
Bandol
or
Cannes
.
Here
Rambert
experienced
the
sort
of
fearful
freedom
that
one
finds
in
utter
destitution
.
The
pictures
that
were
hardest
for
him
to
bear
,
at
least
according
to
what
he
told
Rieux
,
were
those
of
Paris
.
A
landscape
of
old
stone
and
water
,
the
pigeons
of
the
Palais
-
Royal
,
the
Gare
du
Nord
,
the
empty
districts
around
the
Pantheon
and
a
few
other
places
in
a
city
that
he
had
not
been
aware
of
loving
so
much
,
would
pursue
Rambert
and
prevent
him
from
doing
anything
in
particular
.
Rieux
simply
thought
that
he
identified
these
images
with
those
of
his
beloved
.
And
,
on
the
day
when
Rambert
told
him
that
he
liked
to
wake
up
at
four
in
the
morning
and
to
contemplate
his
city
,
the
doctor
had
no
difficulty
in
deciding
,
on
the
basis
of
his
own
experience
,
that
this
was
when
Rambert
liked
to
think
about
the
woman
he
had
left
behind
.
This
was
,
actually
,
the
time
when
he
could
grasp
hold
of
her
.
In
general
,
at
four
in
the
morning
,
one
does
nothing
but
sleep
,
even
if
the
night
has
been
one
of
betrayal
.
Yes
,
this
is
the
time
when
one
sleeps
and
that
is
reassuring
because
the
great
wish
of
the
uneasy
heart
is
endlessly
to
possess
the
being
that
it
loves
and
,
when
the
time
of
absence
arrives
,
to
be
able
to
plunge
that
being
into
a
dreamless
sleep
which
can
only
come
to
an
end
on
that
day
when
the
two
are
reunited
.
*
*
*
Shortly
after
the
sermon
the
warm
weather
began
.
It
was
approaching
the
end
of
June
.
The
day
after
the
late
rainstorms
that
marked
the
Sunday
of
the
sermon
,
summer
all
at
once
burst
across
the
sky
and
above
the
houses
.
First
of
all
a
great
burning
wind
arose
and
blew
for
a
day
,
drying
off
the
walls
.
The
sun
settled
in
the
sky
.
All
day
long
,
uninterrupted
waves
of
heat
and
light
flooded
the
town
.
With
the
exception
of
streets
with
arcades
and
people
’
s
flats
,
it
seemed
that
there
was
no
point
in
the
town
that
was
not
subject
to
the
most
blinding
glare
.
The
sun
pursued
our
fellow
-
citizens
into
every
corner
of
the
street
and
,
if
they
stopped
,
then
it
struck
them
.
Since
this
first
heatwave
coincided
with
a
sharp
increase
in
the
number
of
victims
,
which
rose
to
nearly
seven
hundred
a
week
,
the
town
was
seized
with
a
kind
of
despairing
exhaustion
.
In
the
working
-
class
districts
,
between
the
flat
streets
and
the
terraced
houses
,
in
neighbourhoods
where
people
always
used
to
live
on
their
front
doorsteps
,
this
bustle
of
life
began
to
die
down
:
the
doors
were
all
shut
and
the
blinds
drawn
,
though
no
one
could
tell
whether
the
idea
was
to
protect
oneself
from
the
plague
or
the
sun
.
However
,
groans
and
cries
could
be
heard
from
a
few
of
the
houses
.
Before
,
when
this
happened
,
you
could
often
see
curious
bystanders
in
the
street
,
listening
.
But
after
this
long
period
of
anxiety
it
seemed
that
their
hearts
had
hardened
,
and
everyone
walked
by
or
lived
alongside
these
moans
as
though
they
were
the
natural
language
of
mankind
.
