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The officer had some boiling hot tea made for us, and it was a veritable treat, as we were exhausted with hunger and cold. When the door was opened for the tea to be brought in Theodore Joussian caught a glimpse of the throng of girls, soldiers, and other people.
The odious Joussian then yelled out that they could not let two women as young as we were be out in the street all night. He went to the proprietress of the hotel and said something quietly about me. I do not know what it was, but I heard my name distinctly. The young woman in mourning then looked up with moist eyes. "My brother was a poet," she said.
Besides these five persons, there was an unbearable chatterer named Theodore Joussian, a wine dealer. Oh, he did not require any introduction. "How do you do, Madame?" he began. "How fortunate that you are going to travel with us. Ah, the journey will be a difficult one. Where are you going? Two women alone!
A stout, ruddy, thick-set matronly woman was waiting for them, but the coachman looked as though he were in the service of well-to-do people. General Pelissier's son, who had not uttered a word since we had left Gonesse, had disappeared like a ball from the hands of a conjurer. Theodore Joussian politely offered to accompany us, and I was so weary that I accepted his offer.
I signed to Joussian in an authoritative way to stay where he was, and we went up the two flights of stairs of the hotel in silence. At the end of a narrow corridor she opened a door. We found ourselves in rather a big room, reeking with the smell of tobacco. A small night-lamp, placed on a little table by the bed, was the only light in this large room.
There were five cane chairs round the table, a velvet arm-chair, and a wooden bench covered with books against the wall. A sword and belt were lying on the table, and two horse-pistols. I was philosophising to myself on all these heterogeneous objects, when the others arrived: Mlle. Soubise, Villaret, young Gerson, and that unbearable Theodore Joussian.
"If I had my uniform and my gun they would not walk so boldly in front of Theodore Joussian. I have no fewer than six helmets at home...." The man got on my nerves, and I turned my back on him and looked to see which of the men before me could be the station-master. A tall young German, with his arm in a sling, came towards me with an open letter.
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