"In twenty years, all Europe, all of it, will belong to us. Prussia is more than a match for all of them,"
The Englishmen, getting uneasy, said nothing in answer to this. Their faces, which had become impassive, seemed made of wax behind their long whiskers. Then the Prussian officer began to laugh. And then, lolling back, he began to sneer. He sneered at the downfall of France, insulted the prostrate enemy; he sneered at Austria which had been recently conquered; he sneered at the furious but fruitless defense of the departments; he sneered at the Garde Mobile and at the useless artillery. He announced that Bismarck was going to build a city of iron with the captured cannons. And suddenly he pushed his boots against the thigh of M. Dubuis, who turned his eyes away, reddening to the roots of his hair.
The Englishmen seemed to have assumed an air of complete indifference, as if they had found themselves all at once shut up in their own island, far from the din of the world.
The officer took out his pipe, and looking fixedly at the Frenchman, said:
"You haven't got any tobacco—have you?"
M. Dubuis replied:
"No, Monsieur."
The German said:
"You might go and buy some for me when the train stops next."
And he began laughing afresh, as he added:
"I'll let you have the price of a drink."
The train whistled and slackened its pace. They had reached a station which had been burned down and here there was a regular stop.
The German opened the carriage door, and, catching M. Dubuis by the arm, said:
"Go, and do what I told you—quick, quick!"
A Prussian detachment occupied the station. Other soldiers were looking on from behind wooden gratings. The engine was already getting up steam in order to start off again. Then M. Dubuis hurriedly jumped on the platform, and, in spice of the warnings of the station-master, dashed into the adjoining compartment. ******
He was alone! He tore open his waistcoat, so rapidly did his heart beat, and, panting for breath, he wiped the perspiration off his forehead.
The train drew up at another station. And suddenly the officer appeared at the carriage door, and jumped in, followed close behind by the two Englishmen, who were impelled by curiosity. The German sat facing the Frenchman, and, laughing still, said:
"You did not want to do what I asked you."
M. Dubuis replied: "No, Monsieur."
The train had just left the station, when the officer said:
"I'll cut off your mustache to fill my pipe with." And he put out his hand toward the Frenchman's face.
The Englishmen kept staring in the same impassive fashion with fixed glances. Already the German had caught hold of the mustache and was tugging at it, when M. Dubuis, with a back-stroke of his hand threw back the officer's arm, and seizing him by the
