He was at Versailles, making acquaintances with celebrated people, and had nothing to complain of except that, in spite of the truce, he had no leave of absence to come and see his friend.

Frau Ellrich complained of the irregularity of their correspondence during the war.

Loulou wrote lively letters full of spirit and feeling.

She had been frightened to hear of his wound, but his convalescence had made her happy again.

She hoped that it would not leave him with a stiff leg, but even if it did it would not matter so much, as he neither danced nor skated.