"That is quite easy, is it?"
"Easy. But compromising."
"Oh, surely—not very?"
"In France everything is compromising, mademoiselle," said Alfred. "But he will find a way to send it."
Julien had urged her to hurry, fearing the snow; now he said, "You are going?" as though it distressed him.
"I must."
"Yes, you must, you must. Where is your leather coat? Here—"
He found it.
"Stay! I must read this before you go. It is my demobilisation paper with the final date. I will look—"
"Are you coming?" called Alfred, from the end of the passage. "It is snowing wildly."