'The one country left which may provide us with a sensation,' she remarked. 'I suppose that is why you went.'
'I made a few inquiries,' he replied. 'My own impression of the people was that they wanted peace very badly and Schnapps more than anything else in the world.'
She laughed softly. It was significant of his attitude towards her that he asked no questions of her own doings.
'I had a curious adventure on my way back from Paris yesterday,' she told him. 'I travelled up from Boulogne in a special with General Matravers.'
'Matravers?' he repeated. 'Isn't he one of the British Generals who have been sent home?'
'I believe so,' she assented, 'in fact I am sure of it. He told me the whole story on the way up. Afterwards he brought out a revolver and swore that he was going to shoot himself.'
'What on earth did you do?' he exclaimed.
'I took it away from him,' she replied. 'He wasn't in the least dangerous, really.'
'Look here,' Lavendale declared earnestly, 'I think it's quite time you left off this travelling about alone.'
She laughed gaily.