"'Wait a minute,' said a voice, and, riding on a bicycle, an officer, attended by two men, came out of the fog. We explained the whole thing in our best German, for he did not speak French at all. He was courteous, and seemed inclined to let us go, when he was struck by a sudden idea:
"'Are you English?' he asked.
"Yvonne understood, 'Do you speak English?' and answered:
"'Yes.'
"'So, you are! Then you don't go. Come into the house.'
"The soldiers gathered round and looked curiously at us. One of them carried a lantern, which made all faces red. Our hearts beat violently.
"'Sir, please let us go home. We are not English ... my sister mistook your question.'
"You will explain this to me; come in first."
"The door was thrown open; I stood on the threshold, when Yvonne caught my arm:
"'Don't go in, don't go in!'