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The
conversation
flagged
,
although
the
doctor
related
a
number
of
anecdotes
.
Rival
alone
replied
to
him
.
Duroy
tried
to
appear
self
-
possessed
,
but
he
was
haunted
continually
by
the
fear
of
showing
his
feelings
or
of
losing
his
self-possession
.
Rival
addressed
him
,
saying
:
"
I
took
the
pistols
to
Gastine
Renette
.
He
loaded
them
.
The
box
is
sealed
.
"
Duroy
replied
mechanically
:
"
Thank
you
.
"
Then
Rival
proceeded
to
give
him
minute
directions
,
that
he
might
make
no
mistakes
.
Duroy
repeated
those
directions
as
children
learn
their
lessons
in
order
to
impress
them
upon
his
memory
.
As
he
muttered
the
phrases
over
and
over
,
he
almost
prayed
that
some
accident
might
happen
to
the
carriage
;
if
he
could
only
break
his
leg
!
At
the
end
of
a
glade
he
saw
a
carriage
standing
and
four
gentlemen
stamping
their
feet
in
order
to
keep
them
warm
,
and
he
was
obliged
to
gasp
in
order
to
get
breath
.
Rival
and
Boisrenard
alighted
first
,
then
the
doctor
and
the
combatant
.
Rival
took
the
box
of
pistols
,
and
with
Boisrenard
approached
the
two
strangers
,
who
were
advancing
toward
them
.
Duroy
saw
them
greet
one
another
ceremoniously
,
then
walk
through
the
glade
together
as
they
counted
the
paces
.
Dr.
Le
Brument
asked
Duroy
:
"
Do
you
feel
well
?
Do
you
not
want
anything
?
"
"
Nothing
,
thank
you
.
"
It
seemed
to
him
that
he
was
asleep
,
that
he
was
dreaming
.
Was
he
afraid
?
He
did
not
know
.
Jacques
Rival
returned
and
said
in
a
low
voice
:
"
All
is
ready
.
Fortune
has
favored
us
in
the
drawing
of
the
pistols
.
"
That
was
a
matter
of
indifference
to
Duroy
.
They
helped
him
off
with
his
overcoat
,
led
him
to
the
ground
set
apart
for
the
duel
,
and
gave
him
his
pistol
.
Before
him
stood
a
man
,
short
,
stout
,
and
bald
,
who
wore
glasses
.
That
was
his
adversary
.
A
voice
broke
the
silence
--
a
voice
which
came
from
afar
:
"
Are
you
ready
,
sirs
?
"
Georges
cried
:
"
Yes
.
"
