"Ah, but she was a clever wolf!" he cries excitedly. "Very likely the reason why she ate your Chou-chou was because she has played the part of a French soldier. French soldiers always steal the rabbits!"
CHAPTER LIII
BACK TO LONDON
I am on my way back to London, grateful and glad to be once more on our side of the Channel.
"Five days!" exclaims a young soldier in the train.
He flings back his head, draws a deep breath, and remains staring like an imbecile at the roof of the railway carriage for quite two minutes.
Then he shakes himself, draws another deep breath, and says again, still staring at the roof:
"Five days!"
The train has started now out into the night. We have left Folkestone well behind. We have pulled down all the blinds because a proclamation commands us to do so, and we are softly, yet swiftly rushing through the cool, sweet-smelling English country back towards good old Victoria Station, where all continental trains must now make their arrivals and departures.