This "Why" was not precisely chivalrous, and you might even call it indiscreet, but Miss Doblana evidently expected the question.
"To-morrow morning," she replied, "my father has a long rehearsal at the opera. He leaves here at a quarter to ten and will not be home before two. I will be in the salon the whole time during his absence. If you wish it I will then tell you all."
It was said in the faintest whisper. Without a sound she opened the door and disappeared. Not even the door creaked. Fanny had done her duty.
But was it Fanny?
IV.
How long have I been writing? I don't know. But there is Sergeant Young coming back.
"You had better get ready," he says, "there is going to be an attack. The Germans are coming over this way."
"Ah!" I answer quietly and begin preparing myself.