Every one jostled together, hailed each other, drank, ate, smoked, and laughed. Families of placid tradespeople, mildly inquisitive, strutted in and out the crowd with short, conceited little steps.
The guns were still roaring, but in order to hear them one had to separate from the crowd and enter the quiet little streets between the gardens.
We heard that fighting was in progress on the Grand Morin.
Monday, September 7
It was broad daylight when I was awakened by Bréjard.
"Up you get," said he.
"What?"
"Here, listen to this."
He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket.