At the front door she encountered a second sentinel, and showed her pass for the second time.

She spoke to this man, asking him if he understood French.

He answered that he understood a little.

Mercy gave him a piece of money, and said: "I am going to pack up my luggage in the shed.

Be kind enough to see that nobody disturbs me." The sentinel saluted, in token that he understood.
Mercy disappeared in the dark interior of the shed.
Left alone with Surgeon Wetzel, Horace noticed the strange old man still bending intently over the English lady who had been killed by the shell.
"Anything remarkable," he asked, "in the manner of that poor creature's death ?" "Nothing to put in a newspaper," retorted the cynic, pursuing his investigations as attentively as ever.
"Interesting to a doctor--eh ?" said Horace.
"Yes.