This is my last trip." As night approached, cars and cabs were running with increasing irregularity, many of the employees having abandoned their posts to take leave of their families and make the train.

All the life of Paris was concentrating itself in a half-dozen human rivers emptying in the stations.
Desnoyers and Argensola met in a boulevard cafe toward midnight.

Both were exhausted by the day's emotions and under that nervous depression which follows noisy and violent spectacles.

They needed to rest.

War was a fact, and now that it was a certainty, they felt no anxiety to get further news.