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"Down in the cellar with the other brigadier. They don't ask us down
to tea, I notice."
Those last words caused all the officers to laugh--almost excessively.
But their laughter ended sharply, and they listened intently as there
was a heavy crash outside.
Another officer came up the steps and made a rapid entry into the
hall.
"I understand there is to be a conference of battalion commanders," he
said, with a queer catch in his breath. "In view of this--er--
bombardment, I had better come in later, perhaps?"
"You had better wait," said the brigade major, rather grimly.
"Oh, certainly."
A sergeant-major was pacing up and down the passage by the back door.
He was calm and stolid. I liked the look of him and found something
comforting in his presence, so that I went to have a few words with
him.
"How long is this likely to last, Sergeant-major"
"There's no saying, sir. They may be searching for the chateau to pass
the time, so to speak, or they may go on till they get it.


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