"They found my letter about the Jews," I replied.
"What letter? Oh, my dear, what did you say?"
"I forget. But everything I saw or heard, I think."
We began to laugh again.
"Will they send our telegrams?"—"Will Peter come on?"—"What shall we do for money?"
The room was pitch-dark except for the electric light from the street. We heard the creak and rattle of the empty commissariat wagons returning from the barracks. We fell silent, feeling suddenly very tired and lethargic.
"Where is Janchu? It's time for his supper," Marie said, without moving.
I started out of the room to call him, and fell across a dark figure sitting in front of the door. He grunted and pushed me back into the room.
"I want Janchu," I said in perfectly good English, while he closed the door in my face.
"There's a spy outside our door," I whispered to Marie.