The gray haired man who had first spoken to Paul and who was evidently an officer in high rank said in pure English: "Sons, I think you have done enough for France and it is best for you to leave Paris and go home." Then calling an orderly he gave instructions that they should be taken to the rail road station and sent to Havre.

Before leaving, he presented each with twenty-five francs and instructed the orderly to secure them transportation to the seacoast.

The orderly who accompanied them to the station was an enthusiastic admirer of everything American.

He had a brother in Quebec, which city he thought was about fourteen miles outside of New York.

So vehement was the hospitality he had pressed on Paul and his companion that when he entered the station his military dignity was lost and nothing remained but his idea of treating his American friends to the best in the land.