Чума
Part V
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MmeRieuxgotup,putasideherknittingandwentovertothebed.ForsometimenowTarrou’seyeshadbeenclosed.Thesweathadleftthehairincurlsonhishardforehead.MmeRieuxsighedandthesickmanopenedhiseyes.Hesawthekindfaceleaningtowardshimand,beneaththewavesoffever,thedoggedsmileappearedoncemore.Buttheeyesclosedagainimmediately.WhenhewasaloneRieuxtookoverthechairthathismotherhadjustleft.Thestreetwassoundlessandthesilencewasnowcomplete.Thecoldofmorninghadstartedtomakeitselffeltintheroom.
Thedoctordozedoff,butthefirstwagonofdawnrousedhim.Heshudderedand,lookingatTarrou,realizedthattherehadbeenapauseandthatthesickmanwasalsosleeping.Thewoodandironwheelsofthehorse-drawnwagoncouldbeheardfadingintothedistance.Outsidethewindow,itwasstilldark.WhenthedoctorwentovertothebedTarrouwaslookingathimwithexpressionlesseyes,asthoughstillonthesideofsleep.
"Youdidsleep,didn’tyou?"Rieuxasked.
"Yes."
"Areyoubreathingmoreeasily?"
"Alittle.Doesthatmeansomething?"
Rieuxpaused,thensaid:
"No,Tarrou,itdoesn’tmeananything.YouknowaboutthemorningremissionaswellasIdo."
Tarrounoddedinapproval.
"Thankyou,"hesaid."Alwaysanswermeprecisely."
Rieuxhadsatdownbesidethebed.
