At one-thirty they started out again, to chase over the grey downs in search of Russian camps folded away in small depressions and hollows, invisible from the main roads.
And thus, day after day, for five days, she drove him from morning to evening, from camp to camp around Verdun, until they had seen many thousands of Russians. Sometimes the French lieutenant came with them, and once or twice the Russian gravely invited him to sit in front with the driver. Then they would talk together a little in English, and once he said: "Would you like me to tell you something that will surprise you and interest me?"
She looked round.
"Your employer," he said, smiling gently over the expression, "is jealous of you."
She did not know what to make of this.
"He dislikes it intensely when you talk to the commandant of the citadelle."
"But…."
"He does not think you exclusive enough, considering you, as he does, as his woman."
"But, why…."
"Yes, of course! But you ought to realise that you are the only woman for miles around, and you belong to us!"