Thus our life was not uninteresting, but our chief occupation was to watch the horizon, east and south, where our soldiers were fighting. The guns were coming sensibly nearer; we heard them growl day and night, and when it grew dark we saw shells burst above the hills. We spent many hours in the garden looking out for these illuminations, hoping we might understand something from the way they went. Then came the gleam of an explosive, striping the sky with a flash of lightning or with a slow trail of light. The better to observe, we got up the ladder, and sat on the wall. To the casual passer-by we might have resembled a flock of crows at roost waiting for gossip's tales. Mme. Valaine had no taste for these perilous exercises, and contented herself with the stories we told her. For us the only spectacle we thought worth while was that very one which almost rent our hearts. How eagerly we wished for the shells to burst nearer, nearer, to set the house in a blaze so that we might be set free from our chains! About the 25th of September took place the first shock between us and the German army. It was nearly eight o'clock in the evening. The supper over, I went into the garden, and was peering at the dark sky, heedless of the cold wind which caused my hair and my shawl to flutter, when a frightful uproar broke the silence. Gruff voices cried out vociferously; heavy boots kicked at the gates; the angry dogs barked till they choked. "Good Heavens! what is happening?" I threw myself down the ladder, fled through the garden--those days were full of wild races--got to the house, and saw Geneviève hasten forth, a key in her hand. "They want us to open the gate," she said, "and we must." Yvonne seized the dogs by the collar and dragged them in. The gate was hardly unlocked when those without threw it open, and at the same time overran the yard. They were furious, and one of them shouted out in bad French: "When the Germans knock at a door, it should be opened immediately." "You think so, do you, you Boche!" On hearing us speak fluent German they softened, and looked at us in amazement. They all had the same round faces, which the lantern of an under-officer lit up. They wanted a lodging: barns, stables to shelter men and horses. All that was difficult to get! "There is room but for one horse in the stable." "Well, that will do for two horses and two men." "And here is the wash-house." "Six men will sleep there." The others withdrew to look for a lodging somewhere else. The remainder, who seemed to be harmless blockheads, were convoys. We heaved a deep sigh, but hardly had a mouthful of air reached our lungs, when the yard was already swarming with a new mob. Standing on the steps I engaged in parley with the _Feldwebel_. "The house is chock-full, and eight soldiers are already lodged in the outhouses." He was young, big, and stout, and his hard-featured face was deeply scarred. Of course he did not allow himself to be prevailed upon.