He took a long drink before he answered:--

"Little lady, there is danger everywhere between Paris and the Channel.

Personally--since you have stayed until getting away will be

difficult--I do not really believe that there is any reason why you

should not stick it out. You may have a disagreeable time. But I

honestly believe you are running no real risk of having more than that.

At all events, I am going to do what I can to assure your personal

safety. As we understand it--no one really knows anything except the

orders given out--it is not intended that the Germans shall cross the

Marne here. But who knows? Anyway, if I move on, each division of the

Expeditionary Force that retreats to this hill will know that you are

here. If it is necessary, later, for you to leave, you will be notified

and precautions taken for your safety. You are not afraid?"

I could only tell him, "Not yet," but I could not help adding, "Of

course I am not so stupid as to suppose for a moment that you English

have retreated here to amuse yourselves, or that you have dragged your

artillery up the hill behind me just to exercise your horses or to give

your gunners a pretty promenade."

He threw back his head and laughed aloud for the first time, and I felt

better.

"Precautions do not always mean a battle, you know"; and as he rose to

his feet he called my attention to a hole in his coat, saying, "It was a

miracle that I came through Saint-Quentin with a whole skin. The

bullets simply rained about me. It was pouring--I had on a

mackintosh--which made me conspicuous as an officer, if my height had

not exposed me. Every German regiment carries a number of sharpshooters

whose business is to pick off the officers. However, it was evidently

not my hour."

As we walked out to the gate I asked him if there was anything else I

could do for him.

"Do you think," he replied, "that you could get me a couple of fresh

eggs at half-past seven and let me have a cold wash-up?"

"Well, rather," I answered, and he rode away.

As soon as he was gone one of the picket called from the road to know if

they could have "water and wash."

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