I asked him how much his life was worth in money, and he said two francs.
He did not find the consul, and I shared the table d'hote with three tearful old French ladies, each of whom had husband or son at the front.

That would seem to have been enough without being shelled at home.

It is a commonplace, but it is nevertheless true that in war it is the women who suffer.

The proprietress walked around the table, still knitting, and told us tales of German officers who until the day before had occupied her hotel, and her anecdotes were not intended to make German officers popular.
The bombardment ceased at eight o'clock, but at four the next morning it woke me, and as I departed for Paris salvoes of French artillery were returning the German fire.
Before leaving I revisited the cathedral to see if during the night it had been further mutilated.

Around it shells were still falling, and the square in front was deserted.