"Mrs.Otto sent these to you," he said.

"And the train won't leave until to-morrow." In her silence he pulled a chair in front of her, sat down close, and thrust the point of his hunting knife into one of the two remaining potatoes.
"And when it does go I'm going with you," he added.
He expected this announcement would have some effect on her.

As she jumped up with the pan of potatoes, leaving the one still speared on the end of his knife, he caught only the corner of a bewitching smile.
"You still believe that I will be unable to take care of myself up at this terrible Tete Jaune ?" she asked, bending for a moment over the table.

"Do you ?" "No.

You can care for yourself anywhere, Ladygray," he repeated.