However, he became angry on finding the injured man nervous, flushed and hot with fever.
"Ah! I see that you haven't been reasonable, my dear child," said he.
"You must have talked too much, and have bestirred and excited yourself." Then, having carefully probed the wound, he added, while dressing it: "The bone is injured, you know, and I won't answer for anything unless you behave better.

Any complications would make amputation necessary." Pierre shuddered, but Guillaume shrugged his shoulders, as if to say that he might just as well be amputated since all was crumbling around him.
Bertheroy, who had sat down, lingering there for another moment, scrutinised both brothers with his keen eyes.

He now knew of the explosion, and must have thought it over.

"My dear child," he resumed in his brusque way, "I certainly don't think that you committed that abominable act of folly in the Rue Godot-de-Mauroy.

But I fancy that you were in the neighbourhood--no, no, don't answer me, don't defend yourself.