The Doctor’s big moustache crinkled up as he compressed his lips. “Eventually, one would suppose so. But, truly, I could discover no enthusiasm, or even inclination, for warlike adventure in the few with whom I had the opportunity of conversing. They are still suffering from Tripoli, down there, you see.... Where are you making for?” “Two big M’s, Doctor. Montreux and Marriage. We’re going to get married as soon as we get there.” “So!” “You see it’s hardly right and proper--as you suggested just now--to be gadding about in this fashion together. So we’re going to regularise the situation at the first possible moment.” “I will chaperone you with pleasure.” “Thanks awfully! But we’d sooner get married. We wouldn’t like to be a burden on anyone.” “And how do you go?” “We’ve walked mostly so far--all the way from Landeck, except one spell from Chur to Ruēras. We like it.” “If you take my advice you will get them to telephone for seats in the diligence and come along with me. It will not be walking weather for some days now. And the Furka in snow is a tough job. We get to Brigue to-morrow evening and to Montreux next day. They are mobilising here but the trains are still running. I wired to ask.” “I think we will. Lois is a splendid walker, but if it’s going to be like this the sooner we’re at Montreux the better,” and he went at once and got Freda to telephone to Göschenen for seats in the diligence for the following morning. She came in presently with the information that every seat was booked both for the morning and afternoon service. “And for the following day?” he asked. “Two coupé-seats only are left, Herr.” “Book them for us at once, Freda, and we will either stop here or walk on up the Furka and take our places when the diligence catches us up.” “Jawohl, Herr!” “I must get on,” said the Doctor, “or I would joyfully wait with you here.” “Oh, we wouldn’t think of it. How about getting on from Montreux?” The Doctor nodded musingly. “There one will have to be guided by circumstances. I shall go on to Geneva and endeavour to make my way through France. But it may not be an easy matter. Everything will be under military law and mere civilians will not be of much account just now. You may have to wait there for a time till the first rush to the frontiers is over.” “We expected that. That’s why we’re going to get married as soon as we get there.” “I will tell them all about it at home, if I succeed in getting there. They will be very suspicious of foreigners in France. They may lock me up. You have no passports, I suppose.” “Not a scrap between us. I’ve never carried one in my life.” “This has taken us all unawares. But I always carry one. It is useful at times, in procuring one’s registered letters and so on.... And money?--you have plenty?” “Enough to go on with. If we don’t turn up you might ask Uncle Tony to send us some more--to Poste Restante, Montreux,” and the Doctor methodically made a note of it.