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"Thanks awfully, old chap!" he said cordially. "I’ll take these articles, if I may. It’s very good of you ... I’m in a tearing hurry " "Won’t your pilot come over and eat a bit?" "I’ll take him this bread and meat, if I may. Many thanks." He held out his heavily gloved hand with a friendly smile, nodded to Marie-Josephine.
When the coast guard passes we must tell him." "After lunch I shall go out again as far as my strength allows.... If the rain would cease and the mist lift, one might see something be of some use, perhaps " "Ought you to go, Monsieur Jacques?" "Could I fail to try to find them Englishmen and perhaps injured? Surely I should go, Marie-Josephine." "The coast guard "
Wayland laid one hand on the sleeve of his uniform and laughed. "I was a writer. But there are only soldiers in the world now." "Quite so ... This is an odd place for an American to live in." "My father bought it years ago. He was a painter of peasant life." He added, lowering his voice, although Marie-Josephine understood no English: "This old peasant woman was his model many years ago.
Once she spoke in mixed French and Breton: "Is the stranger English, Monsieur Jacques, mon chéri?" "I do not doubt it, Marie-Josephine. Do you?" "Why dost thou believe him to be English?" "He has the tricks of speech. Also his accent is of an English university. There is no mistaking it." "Are not young Huns sometimes instructed in the universities of England?" "Yes.... But "
She set aside her bowl obediently, and, rising, brought him his crutches. And at the same moment somebody knocked lightly on the outer door. Marie-Josephine had unpinned her coiffe. Now she pinned it on over her bonnet before going to the door, glancing uneasily around at him while she tied her tresses and settled the delicate starched wings of her bonnet.
"He passed the Eryx Rocks at daylight. He is at Sainte-Ylva now. Tonight, when I see his comrade’s lantern, I shall stop him and report. But in the meanwhile I must go out and search." "Spare thyself for the trenches, Jacques. Remain indoors today." She began to unpin the coiffe which she always wore ceremoniously at meals when he was present. He smiled: "Thou knowest I must go, Marie-Josephine."
Her work-worn hands, tightly clenched, rested now on the table and she leaned there, looking down at him. "Was it an enemy this airship, Jacques?" "In the mist flying and the ragged clouds I could not tell. It might have been English. It must have been, I think coming as it came from the sea. But I am troubled, Marie-Josephine. Were the guns at sea an enemy’s guns?
I heard and saw nothing, Marie-Josephine." "Would they be dead?" she asked. "They were planing to earth. I don’t know how much control they had, whether they could steer choose a landing place. There are plenty of safe places on these moors." "If their airship is crippled, what can they do, these English flying men, out there on the moors in the rain and wind?
But with thy leg hanging there like the broken wing of a vanneau " He replied good humouredly: "Thou dost not know the Legion, Marie-Josephine. Every day in our trenches we break a comrade into pieces and glue him together again, just to make him tougher. Broken bones, once mended, are stronger than before."
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