“It’s the finest place in the world” said B.’s voice.
“Thank Heaven, we’re out of A.’s way and the —— Section Sanitaire,” I grunted as I placed my boots where a pillow might have been imagined.
“Amen” B.’s voice said.
“If you put your shoes un-der your mat-tress” Monsieur Auguste’s voice said, “you’ll sleep well.”
I thanked him for the suggestion, and did so. I reclined in an ecstasy of happiness and weariness. There could be nothing better than this. To sleep.
“Got a gottverdummer cigarette?” Harree’s voice asked of Fritz.
“No bloody fear,” Fritz’s voice replied coolly.
Snores had already begun in various keys at various distances in various directions. The candle flickered a little; as if darkness and itself were struggling to the death, and darkness were winning.
“I’ll get a chew from John” Harree’s voice said.
Three or four paillasses away, a subdued conversation was proceeding. I found myself listening sleepily.