The officer's voice was trembling. Fortin did not reply. Liberty was dead! He took down his belt which was hanging on a hook, shook the few hands held out to him, then saluted and left the room.
What a douche! A dismayed silence reigned for a few minutes. At last we left the place, but even outside we hardly spoke.
"Lieutenant Coudray, wasn't it?"
"There's no knowing where this may end...."
"Court-martial!"
Ladmiraut unburdened himself.
"Just what I said; Fortin exaggerates."
"Exactly!"
Everyone agreed that it was bound to happen.