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“The Englishman is awake,” reported
Sœur Philippine at the door of the church.
“I am delighted to hear it,” said Doctor
Martin. “We are both in need of a little
diversion, my dear colleague; I want to
have another talk with that Englishman of
yours, and I would like you to be present at
our conversation.”
“He knows no more French than I do
English,” said the Mayor, “so I shouldn’t
understand a word.”
“I think you will understand this time.”
“I hope he did not complain and that you
told him how sorry we are not to have been
able to do more for him. We all like the
English so much. We had lots of them
billeted in our village last month when the
English were holding the line here. They used
to give the children chocolates and jam, and
carry them on their shoulders and play all
sorts of games with them, whenever they
were not drinking tea or washing themselves
under the pump, which they did most of the
day. They paid almost double its value for
everything they took, and always thought
first of the welfare and comfort of their horses
and then of their own. All our women-folk
were crazy about them, and no wonder, for
a smarter-looking set of men I never saw, all
tall, clean-looking chaps, and so merry. They
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