eight o’clock
The Comtesse de Serizy had not separated her son from the man who had shown him such devotion . Oscar himself was so seriously wounded that the surgeons whom the countess had brought with her from Paris thought best to amputate his left arm . Thus the Comte de Serizy was led not only to forgive Oscar for his painful remarks on the journey to Presles , but to feel himself his debtor on behalf of his son , now buried in the chapel of the chateau de Serizy . Some years after the affair at Makta , an old lady , dressed in black , leaning on the arm of a man about thirty-four years of age , in whom observers would recognize a retired officer , from the loss of an arm and the rosette of the Legion of honor in his button-hole , was standing , at eight o'clock , one morning in the month of May , under the porte-cochere of the Lion d'Argent , rue de Faubourg Saint-Denis , waiting , apparently , for the departure of a diligence . Undoubtedly Pierrotin , the master of the line of coaches running through the valley of the Oise -LRB- despatching one through Saint-Leu-Taverny and Isle-Adam to Beaumont -RRB- , would scarcely have recognized in this bronzed and maimed officer the little Oscar Husson he had formerly taken to Presles . Madame Husson , at last a widow , was as little recognizable as her son . Clapart , a victim of Fieschi 's machine , had served his wife better by death than by all his previous life .