On their approach we give them the news. They merit such confidence just as much as we do.
Then we await the order to attack. Unless.... For, after all, what is an order? We used to discuss the point with Roberty. It is what immediately precedes a counter-order.
And, as a matter of fact, the order is countermanded. It is half-past ten.
The company is put in reserve; swallowed up in a quarry, somewhat similar to our usual grotto, though the entrance is dangerous.
We gain access to it along a narrow passage, very slippery, steep and winding; a sort of toboggan covered with pebbles.
A candle, quick! We gather round the flame.
"Boys," says Reymond, "since we are not going to die immediately, suppose we break into my best pâté de foie gras?"
Agreed unanimously. We summon Varlet and Jacquard, and the six of us devour some famous sandwiches. Unfortunately, there is nothing to drink.
And now to sleep. We unfasten the bed-covers and extinguish the candle. It is midnight.