"No, I am her only son."
"And she grieves to part with you?"
"Yes, but she wanted me to go. She was angry with me for keeping back so long."
"Ah, that is the true woman. She hates the Germans?"
"No, we have friends there. But she wanted me to be here for duty's sake, and for England's honour."
"Ah, yes—England's honour. You promised Belgium, didn't you? And then there is the Entente Cordiale. Vive l'Entente Cordiale, monsieur! Ah, must you go? There is nothing else you will take?"
"Nothing, madame. Good-bye. God be with you."
"If you meet my husband, Alphonse Renaud is his name, or my two sons,
Jean and Albert, you will tell them you saw me, spoke to me."
"But certainly, madame."
"And when the war is over, and if you return this way, you will call and see me, won't you? Adieu, monsieur, and the good God be with you."