"It"s far better than that vile train," said Peter. "Besides, one can see the country, which I love. And I"ve never been in Dieppe, and they"re to go through there and pick up some casualties."
"Just so," said Langton, still smoking.
"Well," said Peter, "reckon I"ll go and see about it. Jackson"s a decent old stick, but I"d best do it before he tackles the R.T.O. Coming?"
"No," said Langton. "Leave that novel, and come back for me. You won"t be long."
"Right-o," said Peter, and set off.
It was easily done. Jackson had no objections, and rang up the hospital while Peter waited. Oh yes, certainly they could do it. What was the name? Captain. Graham, C.F. certainly. He must be at the hospital early--eight-thirty the next morning. That all right? Thank you.
"Thank you," said Peter. "Motoring"s a long sight better than the train these days, and I"ll get in quicker, too, as a matter of fact, or at any rate just as quickly." He turned to go, but a thought struck him. "Have you an orderly to spare?" he asked.
"Any quant.i.ty," said the other bitterly. "They"ve been detailed for weeks, and done nothing. You can have one with pleasure. It"ll give the perisher something to do."
"Thanks," said Peter; "I want to send a note, that"s all. May I write it here?"
He was given pen and paper, and scribbled a little note to Julie. He did not know who else might be on the lorry, or if she would want to appear to know him. The orderly was called and despatched and he left the place for the last time.
Langton and he walked out to St. Riquier in the afternoon, had tea there, and got back to dinner. A note was waiting for Peter, a characteristic one.
"DEAREST SOLOMON (it ran),
"You are really waking up! There will be three of us nurses in one lorry, and they"re sure to start you off in another. We lunch at Eu, and I"ll be delighted to see you. Then you can go on in our car. Dieppe"s on the knees of the G.o.ds, as you say, but probably we can pull off something.
"JULIE."
He smiled and put it in his pocket. Langton said nothing till the coffee and liqueurs came in. Then he lit a cigarette and held the match out to Peter. "Wonder if we shall meet again?" he said.
"Oh, I expect so," said Peter. "Write, anyway, won"t you? I"ll likely get a chance to come to Rouen."
"And I likely won"t be there. I"m putting in again for another job.
They"re short of men now, and want equipment officers for the R.A.F. It"s a stunt for which engineering"s useful, and I may get in. I don"t suppose I"ll see much of the fun, but it"s better than bossing up a labour company, any road."
"Sportsman," said Peter. "I envy you. Why didn"t you tell me? I"ve half a mind to put in too. Do you think I"d have a chance?"
"No," said Langton brutally. "Besides, it"s not your line. You know what yours is; stick to it."
"And you know that I"m not so sure that I can," said Peter.
"Rot!" said the other. "You can if you like. You won"t gain by running away. Only I give you this bit of advice, old son: go slow. You"re so d.a.m.ned hot-headed! You can"t remake the world to order in five minutes; and if you could, I bet it wouldn"t be a much better old world. We"ve worried along for some time moderately well. Don"t be too ready to turn down the things that have worked with some success, at any rate, for the things that have never been tried."
Peter smoked in silence. Then he said: "Langton you"re a bit different from what you were. In a way, it"s you who have set me out on this racket, and it"s you who encouraged me to try and get down to rock-bottom. You"ve always been a cautious old rotter, but you"re more than cautious now. Why?"
Langton leaned over and touched the other"s tunic pocket in which lay Julie"s note. Then he leaned back and went on with his cigarette.
Peter flushed. "It"s too late," he said judicially, flicking off his ash.
"So? Well, I"m sorry, frankly--sorry for her and sorry for you. But if it is, I"ll remember my own wisdom: it"s no use meddling with such things.
For all that, you"re a fool, Peter, as I told you last night."
"Just so. And I asked what was a fool."
"And I didn"t answer. I reckon fools can be of many sorts. Your sort of fool chucks the world over for the quest of an ideal."
"Thank you," said Peter quietly.
"You needn"t. That fool is a real fool, and bigger than most. Ideals are ideals, and one can"t realise them. It"s waste of time to try."
"Is it?" said Peter. "Well, at any rate, I don"t know that I"m out after them much. I don"t see any. All I know is that I"ve looked in the likely places, and now I"ll look in the unlikely."
Langton ground his cigarette-end in his coffee-cup. "You will," he said, "whatever I say.... Have another drink? After all, there"s no need to "turn down the empty gla.s.s" yet."
They did not see each other in the morning, and Peter made his way early to the hospital as arranged. The P.M.O. met him, and he was put in nominal charge of the three Red-Cross ambulance-cars. While he was talking to the doctor the three nurses came out and got in, Julie not looking in his direction; then he climbed up next the driver of the first car. "Cheerio," said the P.M.O., and they were off.
It was a dull day, and mists hung over the water-meadows by the Somme.
For all that Peter enjoyed himself immensely. They ran swiftly through the little villages, under the sweeping trees all new-budded into green, and soon had vistas of the distant sea. The driver of Peter"s car was an observant fellow, and he knew something of gardening. It was he who pointed out that the fruit-trees had been indifferently pruned or not pruned at all, and that there were fields no longer under the plough that had been plainly so not long before. In a word, the country bore its war scars, although it needed a clever eye to see them.
But Peter had little thought for this. Now and again, at a corner, he would glance back, his mind on Julie in the following car, while every church tower gave him pause for thought. He tried to draw the man beside him on religion, but without any success, though he talked freely enough of other things. He was for the Colonies after the war, he said. He"d knocked about a good deal in France, and the taste for travel had come to him. Canada appeared a land of promise; one could get a farm easily, and his motor knowledge would be useful on a farm these days. Yes, he had a pal out there, a Canadian who had done his bit and been invalided out of it. They corresponded, and he expected to get in with him, the one"s local knowledge eking out the other"s technical. No, he wasn"t for marrying yet awhile; he"d wait till he"d got a place for the wife and kiddies. Then he would. The thought made him expand a bit, and Peter smiled to himself as he thought of his conversation with Langton over the family group. It struck him to test the man, and as they pa.s.sed a wayside Calvary, rudely painted, he drew his attention to it. "What do you think of that?" he asked.
The man glanced at it, and then away. "It"s all right for them as like it," he said. "Religion"s best in a church, it seems to me. I"ve seen chaps mock at them crucifixes, sir, same as they wouldn"t if they"d only been in church."
"Yes," said Peter; "but I suppose some men have been helped by them who never would have been if they had only been in church. But don"t you think they"re rather gaudy?"
"Gaudy, sir? Meanin" "ighly painted? No, not as I knows on. They"re more like what happened, I reckon, than them bra.s.s crosses we have in our churches."
They ran into Eu for lunch, and drew up in the market-square. Peter went round to the girls" car, greeted Julie, and was introduced. He led them to an old inn in the square, and they sat down to luncheon in very good humour. The other girls were ordinary enough, and Julie rather subdued for her. Afterwards they spent an hour in the church and a picture-postcard shop, and it was there that Julie whispered: "Go on in your own car. At Dieppe, go to the Hotel Trois Poissons and wait for me. I found out yesterday that a woman I know is a doctor in Dieppe, and she lives there. I"ll get leave easily to call. Then I can see you. If we travel together these girls"ll talk; they"re just the sort."
Peter nodded understanding, and they drifted apart. He went out to see if the cars were ready and returned to call the nurses, and in a few minutes they were off again.
The road now ran through forests nearly all the way, except where villages had cleared a s.p.a.ce around them, as was plain to see. They crossed little streams, and finally came downhill through the forest into the river valley that leads to Dieppe. It was still early, and Peter stopped the cars to suggest that they might have a look at the castle of Arques-le-Bataille. The grand old pile kept them nearly an hour, and they wandered about the ruins to their hearts" content. Julie would climb a b.u.t.tress of the ancient keep when their guide had gone on with the others, and Peter went up after her. She was as lissom as a boy and seemingly as strong, swinging up by roots of ivy and the branches of a near tree, in no wise impeded by her short skirts. From the top one had, indeed, a glorious view. The weather had cleared somewhat, and one could see every bit of the old castle below, the village at its feet, and the forest across the little stream out of which the Duke of Mayenne"s infantry had debouched that day of battle from which the village took its name.
"They had some of the first guns in the castle, which was held for Henry of Navarre," explained Peter, "and they did great execution. I suppose they fired one stone shot in about every five minutes, and killed a man about every half-hour. The enemy were more frightened than hurt, I should think. Anyway, Henry won."
"Wasn"t he the King who thought Paris worth more than a Ma.s.s?" she demanded.
"Yes," said Peter, watching her brown eyes as she stared out over the plain.
"I wonder what he thinks now," she said.
He laughed. "You"re likely to wonder," he said.
"Funny old days," said Julie. "I suppose there were girls in this castle watching the fight. I expect they cared more for the one man each half-hour the cannon hit than for either Paris or the Ma.s.s. That"s the way of women, Peter, and a d.a.m.ned silly way it is! Come on, let"s go.
I"ll get down first, if you please."
On the short road remaining Peter asked his chauffeur if he knew the Trois Poissons, and, finding that he did, had the direction pointed out.
They ran through the town to the hospital, and Peter handed his cars over. "I"ll sleep in town," he said. "What time ought we to start in the morning?" He was told, and walked away. Julie had disappeared.
He found the Trois Poissons without difficulty, and made his way to the sitting-room, a queer room opening from the pavement direct on the one side, and from the hall of the hotel on the other. It had a table down the middle, a weird selection of chairs, and a piano. A small woman was sitting in a chair reading the _Tatler_ and smoking. An empty gla.s.s stood beside her.