"I am saying what this morning's papers say. According to the latest telegrams, Germany has no intention of releasing Jorancé. Moreover, there have been manifestations in Paris. Berlin also is stirring. The yellow press are adopting an arrogant tone. In short ..."
"What?"
"Well, the matter is taking a very nasty turn."
Philippe gave a start. He walked up to his father and, yielding to a sudden fit of anger:
"There! Which of us was right? You see, you see what's happening now! If you had listened to me ..."
"If I had listened to you?..." echoed Morestal, emphasizing each word and at once preparing for a quarrel.
But Philippe restrained himself. Marthe made a remark or two at random. And then all three were silent.
Besides, of what use was speech? The thunderstorm had passed over their heads and was rumbling over France. Henceforward powerless, they must undergo its consequences and hear its distant echoes without being able to influence the formidable elements that had been let loose during that Monday night.