Everything was finished upstairs, every crumb and cake. We must get a
fourth. Who shall I get?"
"Any one whom you would like to bring," said Stewart. "I don't think I
have mastered the names yet. I really don't mind."
"And you, mademoiselle?"
"Nor I either," said Fanny, sniffing at the frosty air, at the fresh
night.
"Whom you like!"
"Then I won't be a moment. I'll bring whom I can."
"Monsieur!"... as he reached the corner. He turned back.
"There is an artillery captain ... in a black uniform with silver."
"An artillery captain ..." he paused enquiringly.
"In black and silver. There was no other in the room."
"Oh, yes, there were two in black and silver!"
"Tall, with ..."
"Ah, tall! The other is very short ... The tall one is the Commandant's
aide, Captain Chatel. He may not be able.... But I will see!" He
disappeared again.
When he returned he had the young man beside him.
"One moment," said Chatel, as they walked towards the car; "who asked
for me, the girl with the fair hair, or with the dark?"
"With the fair."
Moitriers was closed when they reached it, and they drove on to the only
other place where food could be bought past the hour of midnight--the
station buffet.
Pushing past the barriers at the entrance to the station they entered a
long corridor filled with heavy civilian life.
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