“I have heard. Victor has told me some things, many things indeed, and Philip has told me others.” She sighed.
“Cheer up, Louise,” said her brother. “We’re driving those Boches clear out of sight, and before you know it there won’t be a spiked helmet this side the Rhine. We’re driving them fast.”
“Dear Philip,” said Madame Du Bois, looking at him affectionately. “I can’t believe that my baby brother has grown into this big, six-foot soldier. We must talk of things at home, for you know we have hardly touched upon that subject yet.”
“Why, when did you meet him?” inquired Lucie.
“Just before we started to come here from the canteen.”
“But this is even more strange. How was it?”
“Let Monsieur Victor tell you,” spoke up Philip, “while I talk to sister. I haven’t much time to spare this trip.”
Lucie turned to Victor. “Tell me,” she said.
“I met madame, your mother, in a town back there,” Victor commenced to say.
“But you were not fighting, of course. You were not with your company.”