“Why did it make you sad?”
“Oh, I don't know.... But I'm learning stenography.... But here we are!”
The great bulk of the Pantheon stood up dimly through the rain beside them. In front the tower of St. Etienne-du-Mont was just visible. The rain roared about them.
“Oh, how wet I am!” said Jeanne.
“Look, they are giving Louise day after tomorrow at the Opera Comique.... Won't you come; with me?”
“No, I should cry too much.”
“I'll cry too.”
“But it's not...”
“Cest l'armistice,” interrupted Andrews.
They both laughed!