"No, darling. We shall take him away."
"Ah, all the better."
And the little one added:
"Jeanne and Renée de Crozet will not be able to make fun of us at school now."
"Make fun of you?"
"Yes, because we had no papa."
Elizabeth passed her hand through the childish curls.
"Be calm. They won't make fun of you when he is there."
She smiled. She was sure of her victory. The fact of being active, the movement of the train as it proceeded, gave her a foretaste of heroism like that which a sheltered troop feels in war, before passing through the firing-line.
In Paris she settled with her children in a boarding-house on the Boulevard Saint-Germain, almost opposite Saint Germain des Prés.