"Well?" said the soldier, leaning over his glass as if to smell the wine.
"All goes well," answered Gudel. "The grain was well sown—the harvest waits."
"We will talk elsewhere. Did you notice that fellow who sat reading over there in the corner?"
"Yes—a bad face. A lacquey, I think."
"A lacquey or a spy. Look out for him! Now, when and where can I see you quietly?"
"To-night, after the representation, in my room or yours."
"In yours, then. We will wait until the house is quiet. Leave your door open. And now, be careful that no one suspects our presence here!"
"What! not even Fanfar? You need not distrust him. He is good, brave, and devoted to you."
"We will talk of that later on." In a louder voice he said: "Then, comrade, we will accept your offer, and go with you to Rémisemont to-morrow."