Conard greeted us in silence. He knew no more than we, and we fell to talking of the latest events and trying to come to a conclusion. Then one of the _habitués_ stepped in. "_Eh bien, Monsieur_, what news?" The person addressed kept on perusing the titles of the books spread along the counter, and drawing a long puff from his cigarette and without lifting his eyes, said, "The mobilization is for four o'clock! Official. Have you something entertaining to read on my way to the front?" "_What?_" "Yes, gentlemen." "War?"' "It looks very much like it!" Though almost expected, the news gave us a thrill. We stood spellbound and tongue-tied. What to do? There were so many decisions to be made at a moment's notice! H. was for our coming to Paris, as all the men must necessarily leave the chateau. "Mobilization doesn't necessarily mean war, man. Besides if it does come it can't last long. You'd better go back to your place in the country, Huard. A big estate like that needs looking after," said Conard. "Where do you live?" questioned the gentleman who had given us the news. "Villiers--sixty miles _east_ of Paris." "Well, if you decide to go there I advise you to take the soonest train. The eastern railway belongs to the army, and only the army, beginning at noon to-day." H. looked at his watch. It was nearly eleven, and our next train left at noon sharp. We jumped into a taxi. "Drive to the Gare de l'Est and on the way stop at Tarides! We must have maps, good road maps of the entire north and east," said H., turning to me. It seemed as though he had had that thought in common with the entire Parisian population, for all down the boulevards the bookshops and stationers were already overflowing with men, chiefly in regimentals, and as to the shoe-shops and boot-makers--there was a line waiting outside of each. Yet there was no excitement, no shouting, not even an "extra." What a different sight our station presented to that of two hours before! The great iron gates were shut, and guarded by a line of _sergents de ville_. Only men joining their regiments and persons returning to their legitimate dwellings were allowed to pass. And there were thousands of both. Around the grillwork hovered dense groups of women, bravely waving tearless adieux to their men folk. After assuring himself that there was still a noon train, H. led me to the restaurant directly opposite the station. "We'll have a bite here. Heaven knows what time we shall reach home!" The room was filled to overflowing; the lunchers being mostly officers. At the table on our right sat a young fellow whose military harnessings were very new and very stiff, but in spite of the heat, a high collar and all his trappings he managed to put away a very comfortable repast.