Troops were massed in all sheltered places to resist any attack which might be made from the plateau of Chatillon.
None of the officers seemed to know what had occurred.

Some thought that Choisy had been taken, others that Ducrot had got clear away.

I was walking along the outposts in advance of Vanves, when a cantankerous officer, one of those beings overflowing with ill-regulated zeal, asked me what I was doing.

I showed my pass.

My zealous friend insisted that I had come in from the Prussian lines, and that I probably was a spy.