Julie's glance passed on, and with unfaltering step she entered an automobile, the German chauffeur standing by the side of it and respectfully holding the door.

Suzanne followed, the chauffeur closed the door, sprang into his seat and the little train moved majestically through the streets of Metz.

Comment was plentiful and it was not unkind to Julie.
"Too handsome to be executed as a spy," said a burly German almost in John's ear.

"A girl with a face like that should never feel the touch of a bullet or a rope.

It's a face to be kissed and a neck to fit into a man's arm." The man's phrasing was rough, but both his admiration and his pity were sincere, and John felt no resentment toward him.
"Some of the French girls are wonderful for looks," said another and younger German, "but they're the most dangerous kind.