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She dined alone that night, as usual Henri did not appear, though she

had sent what she suspected was his only tunic back to him neatly mended

at five o'clock As a matter of fact Henri was sound asleep He had

aloud with fatigue

But Jean, co like a child, and

had put his own blanket over hi up froirl's door,

found hi for coffee

Jean sat down on the edge of his bed and put on his shoes and puttees

He was a taciturnto say that he did not

like to say And Henri knew it

"What is it?" he asked, his arms under his head "Come, let us have it!

It is, of course, about the American lady"

"It is," Jean said bluntly "You cannotthat?"

"I arowled "You do not knohat you are doing