WHAT HAPPENED TO HANS
When Hans left Memel he went at once to the house where he had stayed the night with Bettina. The woman who had cleaned the dress was standing in the doorway.
"It's a cold day," she said in French to a man who had paused with a bundle to ask her a question.
Hans started.
"Ach Himmel," he said, for the look of her face, the way she pronounced her words told the old man that she was no Prussian.
He turned in at the next house and begged a lodging.
The woman took him very willingly.
"Money is scarce," she said, "and my man will be glad to have me help a little."
She was a large, honest-faced woman, not clever looking, but one Hans felt safe to talk with.
Ja, ja, her neighbour was French. She and her husband had come there a month after Jena. He pretended to be a peddler who was prevented from travel by the war.