“Au revoir—Dog-gie.”
“If I shouldn’t come back—I mean if we were billeted somewhere else—I should like to write to you.”
“Well—Mademoiselle Bossière, chez Madame Morin, Frélus. That is the address.”
“And will you write too?”
Without waiting for a reply, he scribbled what was necessary on a sheet torn from a notebook and gave it to her. Their hands met.
“Au revoir, Jeanne.”
“Au revoir, Dog-gie. But I shall see you again to-night.”
“Where?”
“It is my secret. Bonne chance.”
She smiled and turned to leave the kitchen. Doggie clattered into the yard.