We were soon alone.
"Listen to me, my child," she said: "we are going to do something which will compromise us terribly, but I believe your father's memory demands that we should do it."
"Then let us do it, mother," I replied.
"You will promise never to tell a soul what we are going to do?"
"If you forbid me to do so."
"I do indeed imperatively forbid you."
"Then you can trust me."
"All right! put your things on."
"What for?"
"We are going to Soissons."