Most of the time they were alone, a waiter merely passing through now and then, and they had no fear of being overheard.
"Weber," he said, "I've learned from the innkeeper that a mountain road leads from here toward Switzerland and I feel sure already that your suggestion about our escaping into that country is good.

You, of course, when you reach the border will do as you choose, as you will want to continue the dangerous work upon which you're engaged.

But you may be sure that if we do get through, Mademoiselle Lannes and I will never forget the help that you have given us." "All that I do I do gladly," said Weber.

"You may not have spoken to each other but it is easy for me to tell how matters stand between Mademoiselle Lannes and you." John was silent but his color deepened.
"You must not mind my saying these things," said Weber, speaking easily.
"I'm older than you and the times are unusual.

When you reach Paris you and Mademoiselle Lannes will be married." John was still silent.
"And you will take her to America for the present, or at least Until the war is over.