The train kept stopping to take on troops.

At dawn some twenty wounded men came crowding into their very car, bloody and dirty, pale and worn, but gaily smiling at the pain, and saying, "Ca n'fait rien, madame." Later Harold opened his flask for some splendid Breton soldier boys just going into action.

And they stood up with flashing eyes and shouted out the Marseillaise, while Laura shivered and thrilled with delight.
"I nearly kissed them all!" she cried.
Roger greatly enjoyed the evening.

He had heard so much of the horrors of war.

Here was something different, something bright and vibrant with youth and adventure! Here at last was the thrill of war, the part he had always read about! He glanced now and then at Deborah and was annoyed by what he saw.