Cochin telegraphs his wife to be at the station with the little one——
They cannot sleep and they speak of their captivity. They are content within themselves as long as they do not give way to discouragement. They fully apprehend now the return—what will become of them?
They await the coming of day with disquietude. Night seems without an end. At last, the sun routs the darkness and they recognize the outskirts of Paris——
At seven o'clock in the morning their train enters the station——
"The war is finished for us, Cobusse, and we are lucky to get back——"
Cochin does not reply. He looks out the window and sees the station crowded with people—they are all talking at once——
"Patachon, I see my wife and Hélène—Wave at them!"
"Where are they?"
They have seen him and begin waving their hands, at the same time making signs for him to come down on the platform. Patachon shouts out the window:
"We're coming!"