When we got to Paris we simply walked out, bold as brass.

I showed our tickets at Havre and told the French inspector we had overslept.

He merely told us the time to leave next day.

We went to an hotel, and then strolled up the Avenue d l'Opera.

And what do you think?
Who should I see but an old dear of a General I knew out in South Africa who is in the French Red Cross.
He was simply delighted to see us.