Once a British aviator brought his machine down in the field by the mill,

and walked over with the stiff stride of a man who has been for hours in

the air. She gave him tea and bread and butter, and she learned then of

the big fighting that was to come.

When she was alone she thought about Henri. Generally her thoughts were

tender; always they were grateful. But she was greatly puzzled. He had

said that he loved her. Then, if he loved her, why should he not be

gentle and kind to her? Men did not hurt the women they loved. And

because she was hurt, she was rather less than just. He had not asked

her to marry him. He had said that he loved her, but that was different.

And the insidious poison of Harvey's letter about foreigners began to

have its effect.

The truth was that she was tired. The strain was telling on her. And

at a time when she needed every moral support Henri had drawn off behind

a wall of misery, and all her efforts at a renewal of their old

friendship only brought up against a sort of stony despair.

There were times, too, when she grew a little frightened. She was so

alone. What if Henri went away altogether? What if he took away the

little car, and his protection, and the supplies that came so regularly?

It was not a selfish fear. It was for her work that she trembled.

For the first time she realized her complete dependence on his good

will. And now and then she felt that it would be good to see Harvey

again, and be safe from all worry, and not have to depend on a man who

loved her as Henri did. For that she never doubted. Inexperienced as

she was in such matters, she knew that the boy loved her. Just how

wildly she did not know until later, too late to undo what the madness

had done.

Then one day a strange thing happened. It had been raining, and when in

the late afternoon the sun came out it gleamed in the puddles that filled

the shell holes in the road and set to a red blaze the windows of the

house of the mill.

First, soaring overhead, came a half dozen friendly planes. Next, the

eyes of the enemy having thus been blinded, so to speak, there came a

regiment of fresh troops, swinging down the street for all the world as

though the German Army was safely drinking beer in Munich. They passed

Rene, standing open-mouthed in the doorway, and one wag of a Belgian boy,

out of sheer joy of spring, did the goose step as he passed the little

sentry and, head screwed round in the German salute, crossed his eyes

over his impudent nose.




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