"Nobody is likely to give us away, Tommy," said Miss Gamelyn.
"I'm not going to take the risk in uniform. Let's go to a quiet hotel, or else to some very French place. That would be fun."
"A jolly good idea," cried Donovan, "and I know what will just fix us up.
Come on."
Tommy smiled. "Probably it will fix us up. Tell us about it first."
"It's absolutely safe," Donovan protested. "It's quite French, and we shall get one knife and fork each. There's a cinema on top, and billiards underneath, and practically no officers go. A Belgian Captain I came out with took me. He said you could 'eat well' there, and you can, for the cooking is a treat. I swear it's all right."
"Lead on," said Julie; "we'll trust you," and she manoeuvred so that her half-section was left with Donovan.
The four walked briskly through the dusk. "Don't you love France in the evening?" demanded Julie.
"Yes," said Peter, but dubiously. "I don't know it much yet," he added.
"Oh, I do. Even a girl can almost do what she likes out here. I've had some awful fun in Havre. I think one ought to take one's pleasure when one has the chance, don't you? But some of these girls give me the hump; they're so narrow. They can't see you with a man without imagining all sorts of things, whereas I've had some rattling good pals among men out here. Then they're so afraid of doing things—the girls, I mean. Do you know I went to Paris when I came up here from Boulogne? Had absolutely the time. Of course, nobody knows, so don't speak of it—except Tommy, of course."
"How did you do it?" demanded Peter, amused.