"Louisa!" I whispered supplicatingly.
CHAPTER XLIV
CAN I TRUST THEM?
We entered a café. I shrank and clutched his arm. The place was full of Germans, but they were common soldiers these, not Officers. They were drinking beer and coffee at the little tables.
"Take no notice of them!" whispered Henri. "You are all right! Trust me!"
We walked through the Restaurant, Henri and I arm in arm, and the little girls clinging to our hands.
They really played their parts amazingly, those little girls.
"I have found my wife from Brussels," announced Henri in a loud voice to the old proprietor behind the counter.
"How are things in Brussels, Madame?" queried an old Belgian in the café.