"Hm!"
Guillaumin smacked me on the back.
Descroix and Humel, and all that lot, joined us again.
"I've got some details," Henriot announced breathlessly. "Here...."
His recital only confirmed the version I had had from Dagomert. After a partial repulse, after allowing the Germans to cross the Othain, and the Loison, possibly for tactical reasons, we had suddenly taken the offensive. The enemy had retired in disorder. One regiment had been completely wiped out by fire.... Henriot quoted the regimental number:
"The 23rd Württembergers!"
We had taken some prisoners, and booty, and captured field-and machine-guns, according to the reports.
During the hullabaloo which followed, I asked:
"So things are going alright?"