"And me!"
"The lemon is finished."
"How is that, boys?" sounded a gentle, hurt voice, full of distress and almost crying; "why, I only came for the sake of the lemon."
The other again burst into a hollow and lingering laugh, and nobody checked him. But he soon stopped. He gave a snigger, and was silent. Somebody said,—
"To-morrow we begin the advance on the enemy."
But several voices cried out angrily,—
"Nonsense, advance on the enemy indeed!"
"But you know yourself—"
"Shut up. As if we cannot talk of something else."
The sunset faded. The cloud lifted, and it seemed to grow lighter; the faces became more familiar, and he, who kept circling round us, grew calmer and sat down.