darted forth from her place among the onlookers and gave a little bunch of roses to the captain leading them. He took the flowers, stooped and kissed her, and then marched on amid the deafening applause of the crowd. Shortly after this I got a fine close-up picture of General G-----, one of the most famous chasseur generals, who dismounted from his horse to shake hands with a few wounded Algerians standing beside us on crutches, when the whole parade had stopped for a moment.
I took dinner with Bernard afterwards at his home near the Étoile and spent several hours with his charming family. His father is a captain in the artillery, his seventeen-year-old brother leaves for the front next month, and the one, fourteen, a Boy Scout, is working on a farm. None of these were present when I was there, but I saw the three younger children with their mother, who is most attractive.
