"The English. Quels gaillards! And clean! Well!"
"What do you mean?"
"Yes, they nearly used up all the water in Montreuil washing!"
"Do you know anything of Villiers?"
"No. I spent most of my time in the cellar during the fight, and since they've been gone I'm living in terror lest they return."
"Have you seen no one from down there?"
"No, not a soul."
"Do you think Villiers was bombarded?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I know the English troops that were here headed in that direction."
This suspense was too agonizing! I fear I so abbreviated my stay at Montreuil that the good inn-keeper was offended. I jumped on to my bicycle and knowing that the roads were now familiar to all, abandoned my little party, bidding them hurry to join me at home.