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And when Julio finally triumphed； he found that her thoughts were still following independently the same line of mental stress。
One afternoon； Marguerite announced that henceforth she would see him less frequently。 She was attending classes now； and had only two free days。
Desnoyers listened； dumbfounded。 Classes？ 。 。 。 What were her studies？ 。 。 。
She seemed a little irritated at his mocking expression。 。 。 。 Yes； she was studying； for the past week she had been attending classes。 Now the lessons were going to be more regular； the course of instruction had been fully organized； and there were many more instructors。
〃I wish to be a trained nurse。 I am distressed over my uselessness。 。 。 。 Of what good have I ever been till now？〃 。 。 。
She was silent for a few moments as though reviewing her past。
〃At times I almost think；〃 she mused； 〃that war； with all its horrors； still has some good in it。 It helps to make us useful to our fellowmen。 We look at life more seriously； trouble makes us realize that we have come into the world for some purpose。 。 。 。 I believe that we must not love life only for the pleasures that it brings us。 We ought to find satisfaction in sacrifice； in dedicating ourselves to others； and this satisfactionI don't know just why； perhaps because it is newappears to me superior to all other things。〃
Julio looked at her in surprise； trying to imagine what was going on in that idolized and frivolous head。 What ideas were forming back of that thoughtful forehead which until then had merely reflected the slightest shadow of thoughts as swift and flitting as birds？ 。 。 。
But the former Marguerite was still alive。 He saw her constantly reappearing in a funny way among the sombre preoccupations with which war was overshadowing all lives。
〃We have to study very hard in order to earn our diplomas as nurses。 Have you noticed our uniform？ 。 。 。 It is most distinctive； and the white is so becoming both to blondes and brunettes。 Then the cap which allows little curls over the earsthe fashionable coiffure and the blue cape over the white suit； make a splendid contrast。 With this outfit； a woman well shod； and with few jewels； may present a truly chic appearance。 It is a mixture of nun and great lady which is vastly becoming。〃
She was going to study with a regular fury in order to become really useful 。 。 。 and sooner to wear the admired uniform。
Poor Desnoyers！ 。 。 。 The longing to see her； and the lack of occupation in these interminable afternoons which hitherto had been employed so delightfully； compelled him to haunt the neighborhood of the unoccupied palace where the government had just established the training school for nurses。 Stationing himself at the corner； watching the fluttering skirts and quick steps of the feminine feet on the sidewalk； he imagined that the course of time must have turned backward； and that he was still but eighteenthe same as when he used to hang around the establishments of some celebrated modiste。 The groups of women that at certain hours came out of the palace suggested these former days。 They were dressed extremely quietly； the aspect of many of them as humble as that of the seamstresses。 But they were ladies of the well…to…do class； some even coming in automobiles driven by chauffeurs in military uniform； because they were ministerial vehicles。
These long waits often brought him unexpected encounters with the elegant students who were going and coming。
〃Desnoyers！〃 some feminine voices would exclaim behind him。 〃Isn't it Desnoyers？〃
And he would find himself obliged to relieve their doubts； saluting the ladies who were looking at him as though he were a ghost。 They were friends of a remote epoch； of six months agoladies who had admired and pursued him； trusting sweetly to his masterly wisdom to guide them through the seven circles of the science of the tango。 They were now scrutinizing him as if between their last encounter and the present moment had occurred a great cataclysm； transforming all the laws of existenceas if he were the sole survivor of a vanished race。
Eventually they all asked the same questions〃Are you not going to the war？ 。 。 。 How is it that you are not wearing a uniform？〃
He would attempt to explain； but at his first words； they would interrupt him：
〃That's so。 。 。 。 You are a foreigner。〃
They would say it with a certain envy； doubtless thinking of their loved ones now suffering the privations and dangers of war。 。 。 。 But the fact that he was a foreigner would instantly create a vague atmosphere of spiritual aloofness； an alienation that Julio had not known in the good old days when people sought each other without considering nationality； without feeling that disavowal of danger which isolates and concentrates human groups。
The ladies generally bade him adieu with malicious suspicion。 What was he doing hanging around there？ In search of his usual lucky adventure？ 。 。 。 And their smiles were rather grave； the smiles of older folk who know the true significance of life and commiserate the deluded ones still seeking diversion in frivolities。
This attitude was as annoying to Julio as though it were a manifestation of pity。 They were supposing him still exercising the only function of which he was capable； he wasn't good for anything else。 On the other hand； these empty heads； still keeping something of their old appearance； now appeared animated by the grand sentiment of maternityan abstract maternity which seemed to be extending to all the men of the nationa desire for self…sacrifice； of knowing first…hand the privations of the lowly； and aiding all the ills that flesh is heir to。
This same yearning was inspiring Marguerite when she came away from her lessons。 She was advancing from one overpowering dread to another； accepting the first rudiments of surgery as the greatest of scientific marvels。 At the same time； she was astonished at the avidity with which she was assimilating these hitherto unsuspected mysteries。 Sometimes with a funny assumption of assurance； she would even believe she had mistaken her vocation。
〃Who knows but what I was born to be a famous doctor？〃 she would exclaim。
Her great fear was that she might lose her self…control when the time came to put her newly acquired knowledge into practice。 To see herself before the foul odors of decomposing flesh； to contemplate the flow of blooda horrible thing for her who had always felt an invincible repugnance toward all the unpleasant conditions of ordinary life！ But these hesitations were short； and she was suddenly animated by a dashing energy。 These were times of sacrifice。 Were not the men snatched every day from the comforts of sensuous existence to endure the rude life of a soldier？ 。 。 。 She would be； a soldier in petticoats； facing pain； battling with it； plunging her hands into putrefaction； flashing like a ray of sunlight into the places where soldiers were expecting the approach of death。
She proudly narrated to Desnoyers all the progress that she was making in the training school； the complicated bandages that she was learning to adjust； sometimes over a mannikin； at others over the flesh of