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！〃 The old man rose to his feet： 〃Hurrah for England！〃 and he began chanting a forgotten patriotic song； marking time with his arms in a spirited way； to the great admiration of his old wife； and urging all to join in the chorus that very few were able to follow。
The two friends had to take themselves home on foot。 They could not find a vehicle that would stop for them； all were hurrying in the opposite direction toward the stations。 They were both in a bad humor； but Argensola couldn't keep his to himself。
〃Ah； these women！〃 Desnoyers knew all about his relations （so far honorable） with a midinette from the rue Taitbout。 Sunday strolls in the suburbs of Paris； various trips to the moving picture shows； comments upon the fine points of the latest novel published in the sheets of a popular paper； kisses of farewell when she took the night train from Bois Colombes in order to sleep at homethat was all。 But Argensola was wickedly counting on Father Time to mellow the sharpest virtues。 That evening they had taken some refreshment with a French friend who was going the next morning to join his regiment。 The girl had sometimes seen him with Argensola without noticing him particularly； but now she suddenly began admiring him as though he were another person。 She had given up the idea of returning home that night； she wanted to see how a war begins。 The three had dined together； and all her interest had centred upon the one who was going away。 She even took offense； with sudden modesty； when Argensola tried as he had often done before； to squeeze her hand under the table。 Meanwhile she was almost leaning her head on the shoulder of the future hero； enveloping him with admiring gaze。
〃And they have gone。 。 。 。 They have gone away together！〃 said the Spaniard bitterly。 〃I had to leave them in order not to make my hard luck any worse。 To have worked so long 。 。 。 for another！〃
He was silent for a few minutes； then changing the trend of his ideas； he added： 〃I recognize； nevertheless； that her behavior is beautiful。 The generosity of these women when they believe that the moment for sacrifice has come！ She is terribly afraid of her father； and yet she stays away from home all night with a person whom she hardly knows； and whom she was not even thinking of in the middle of the afternoon！ 。 。 。 The entire nation feels gratitude toward those who are going to imperil their lives； and she； poor child； wishing to do something； too； for those destined for death； to give them a little pleasure in their last hour 。 。 。 is giving the best she has； that which she can never recover。 I have sketched her role poorly； perhaps。 。 。 。 Laugh at me if you want to； but admit that it is beautiful。〃
Desnoyers laughed heartily at his friend's discomfiture； in spite of the fact that he； too； was suffering a good deal of secret annoyance。 He had seen Marguerite but once since the day of his return。 The only news of her that he had received was by letter。 。 。 。 This cursed war！ What an upset for happy people！ Marguerite's mother was ill。 She was brooding over the departure of her son； an officer； on the first day of the mobilization。 Marguerite； too； was uneasy about her brother and did not think it expedient to come to the studio while her mother was grieving at home。 When was this situation ever to end？ 。 。 。
That check for four hundred thousand francs which he had brought from America was also worrying him。 The day before； the bank had declined to pay it for lack of the customary official advice。 Afterward they said that they had received the advice； but did not give him the money。 That very afternoon； when the trust companies had closed their doors； the government had already declared a moratorium； in order to prevent a general bankruptcy due to the general panic。 When would they pay him？ 。 。 。 Perhaps when the war which had not yet begun was endedperhaps never。 He had no other money available except the two thousand francs left over from his travelling expenses。 All of his friends were in the same distressing situation； unable to draw on the sums which they had in the banks。 Those who had any money were obliged to go from shop to shop； or form in line at the bank doors； in order to get a bill changed。 Oh； this war！ This stupid war！
In the Champs Elysees； they saw a man with a broad…brimmed hat who was walking slowly ahead of them and talking to himself。 Argensola recognized him as he passed near the street lamp； 〃Friend Tchernoff。〃 Upon returning their greeting； the Russian betrayed a slight odor of wine。 Uninvited； he had adjusted his steps to theirs； accompanying them toward the Arc de Triomphe。
Julio had merely exchanged silent nods with Argensola's new acquaintance when encountering him in the vestibule； but sadness softens the heart and makes us seek the friendship of the humble as a refreshing shelter。 Tchernoff； on the contrary； looked at Desnoyers as though he had known him all his life。
The man had interrupted his monologue； heard only by the black masses of vegetation； the blue shadows perforated by the reddish tremors of the street lights； the summer night with its cupola of warm breezes and twinkling stars。 He took a few steps without saying anything； as a mark of consideration to his companions； and then renewed his arguments； taking them up where he had broken off； without offering any explanation； as though he were still talking to himself。 。 。 。
〃And at this very minute； they are shouting with enthusiasm the same as they are doing here； honestly believing that they are going to defend their outraged country； wishing to die for their families and firesides that nobody has threatened。〃
〃Who are 'they；' Tchernoff？〃 asked Argensola。
The Russian stared at him as though surprised at such a question。
〃They；〃 he said laconically。
The two understood。 。 。 。 THEY！ It could not be anyone else。
〃I have lived ten years in Germany；〃 he continued； connecting up his words； now that he found himself listened to。 〃I was daily correspondent for a paper in Berlin and I know these people。 Passing along these thronged boulevards； I have been seeing in my imagination what must be happening there at this hour。 They； too； are singing and shouting with enthusiasm as they wave their flags。 On the outside； they seem just alikebut oh； what a difference within！ 。 。 。 Last night the people beset a few babblers in the boulevard who were yelling； 'To Berlin！'a slogan of bad memories and worse taste。 France does not wish conquests； her only desire is to be respected； to live in peace without humiliations or disturbances。 To…night two of the mobilized men said on leaving； 'When we enter Germany we are going to make it a republic！' 。 。 。 A republic is not a perfect thing； but it is better than living under an irresponsible monarchy by the grace of God。 It at least presupposes tranquillity and absence of the personal ambitions that disturb life。 I was impressed by the generous thought of these laboring men who； instead of wishing to exterminate their enemies； were planning to give them something better。〃
Tchernoff remained silent a few minutes； smiling ironically at the picture which his