"Monsieur le Capitaine," said the servant, his simple face raised to his master's, "I am going to be married."
Sabron wheeled around: "Mon brave Brunet, when?"
Brunet grinned sheepishly.
"In five years, Monsieur le Capitaine," at which the superior officer laughed heartily.
"Is she an infant, are you educating her?"
"When one is the eldest son of a widow," said Brunet with a sigh, "and the eldest of ten children—"
The clock struck the quarter. Sabron knew the story of the widow and ten children by heart.
"Is the taxi at the door?"
"Yes, Monsieur le Capitaine."
Pitchouné gave a sharp bark.