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Somewhat disconcerted by this astonishing news, we had some little difficulty getting down to facts, but when we did business was speedily dispatched and Mr. Mortier took his leave. Mr. Gautron carried me off to luncheon. "You must come," he protested when I pleaded an engagement. "You must come, or my wife and the boys will never believe me."

Mortier rushed in, unannounced, very red, very excited, very apologetic. "A thousand pardons. I'm horribly late, but you'll forgive me when you hear the news. I've just come from the Foreign Office. All diplomatic relations with Germany are suspended. War will be declared Saturday!" Mr. Gautron and I looked at each other, then at Mr. Mortier, and smiled. "No, I'm not joking.

Both were under-officers in an infantry regiment bound to join their barracks within twenty-four hours after the call to arms. We did not linger over our coffee. Each one seemed anxious to go about his affairs. I left the Gautron boys at the comer of their street, each carrying his army shoes under his arm. "To be greased in case of accident," they laughingly explained.

We found Madame Gautron and her two splendid sons waiting rather impatiently. We told our news. "Come, come now. You can't make us take that as an excuse!" We protested our sincerity, and went in to luncheon which began rather silently. I questioned the boys as to their military duties.

The next day, that is, Tuesday, the 28th, I had a business meeting with my friends, Mr. Gautron and Mr. Pierre Mortier, editor of the Gil Blas. Mr. Gautron was on the minute, but Mr. Mortier kept us waiting over an hour and when finally we had despaired of his coming I heard someone hurrying across the court, and the bell was rung impatiently. Mr.

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