human
Only think, ma'am. Do but hear! All of us are ordered off from Fontainebleau to Verdun. Verdun! Why, that is where Mademoiselle de St. Roques lives. We shall see her again. And I shall like that, though I don't like going farther away from England. That is horrid. Everybody is saying what a shame it is! Must we go, do you think, Den? Verdun is a fortified town, they say, and we are to be in stricter keeping, all of us prisoners.
gpt
I am quite as old already as lots of middies, he would declare,
human
You should not startle your mother, Roy, the Colonel said gravely, as Mrs. Baron sat up, her eyes wide and terrified.
gpt
It is necessary sometimes to think of other people before yourself. You understand?
human
I'm sorry, sir; but is it true? asked Roy, too much excited to be penitent for more than three seconds.
gpt
Are we really and truly going to Verdun?
human
It is true, unfortunately. Den and I were told this morning of the order at _appel_. But you should have waited until I spoke.
gpt
Then we really are going! I shall like to see Mademoiselle de St. Roques again, only I would rather, ever so much, be going home. Shall we do it by diligence, papa, or _poste_, or will you have a carriage? Only four of us, and they say we may do it any way we like.