“Have you always lived in Paris?”
“No, we are from Laon.... It's the war.”
“Refugees?”
“Don't call us that.... We work.”
Andrews laughed.
“Are you going far?” she asked peering in his face.
“No, I live up here.... My name is the same as yours.”
“Jean? How funny!”
“Where are you going?”
“Rue Descartes.... Behind St. Etienne.”