The American consulate is at No.

14 Rue Kellermann.

That morning a shell had hit the chestnut-tree in the garden of his neighbor, at No.
12, and had knocked all the chestnuts into the garden of the consulate.

"It's an ill wind that blows nobody good," said Mr.Bardel.
In the bombarded city there was no rule as to how any one would act.
One house would be closed and barred, and the inmates would be either in their own cellar or in the caves of the nearest champagne company.

To those latter they would bring books or playing-cards and, among millions of dust-covered bottles, by candle-light, would wait for the guns to cease.