“If it’s true, they’ll be glad enough to know.”
“It will cost something.”
“Leave the money to me.”
She had made up her mind and she was going. Independent as were few girls of her sort, she was too conventional to risk the journey alone. That would be to court scandal. So her father must come with her.
At the station they got into some difficulty about tickets. The line was almost entirely military. The gray-haired Commissioner was an acquaintance.
“What are you going to do there, you two?”
Madeleine pushed before her father.
“We are going to see a wounded relative in hospital!”
“Well, you can have privilege tickets. All you want is the certificate of the Mairie.”
Madeleine knew better than to argue on such a point. She drew the old man outside.