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〃My； but these Germans have gone mad！〃 exclaimed the disgusted youth to the curious group surrounding the radio…sheet。 〃We are going to lose the little sense that we have left！ 。 。 。 What revolutionists are they talking about？ How could a revolution break out in Paris if the men of the government are not reactionary？〃
A gruff voice sounded behind him； rude； authoritative； as if trying to banish the doubts of the audience。 It was the Herr Comerzienrath who was speaking。
〃Young man； these notices are sent us by the first agencies of Germany 。 。 。 and Germany never lies。〃
After this affirmation； he turned his back upon them and they saw him no more。
On the following morning； the last day of the voyage。 Desnoyers' steward awoke him in great excitement。 〃Herr； come up on deck！ a most beautiful spectacle！〃
The sea was veiled by the fog； but behind its hazy curtains could be distinguished some silhouettes like islands with great towers and sharp； pointed minarets。 The islands were advancing over the oily waters slowly and majestically； with impressive dignity。 Julio counted eighteen。 They appeared to fill the ocean。 It was the Channel Fleet which had just left the English coast by Government order； sailing around simply to show its strength。 Seeing this procession of dreadnoughts for the first time； Desnoyers was reminded of a flock of marine monsters； and gained a better idea of the British power。 The German ship passed among them； shrinking； humiliated； quickening its speed。 〃One might suppose；〃 mused the youth； 〃that she had an uneasy conscience and wished to scud to safety。〃 A South American passenger near him was jesting with one of the Germans； 〃What if they have already declared war！ 。 。 。 What if they should make us prisoners！〃
After midday； they entered Southampton roads。 The Frederic August hurried to get away as soon as possible； and transacted business with dizzying celerity。 The cargo of passengers and baggage was enormous。 Two launches approached the transatlantic and discharged an avalanche of Germans residents in England who invaded the decks with the joy of those who tread friendly soil； desiring to see Hamburg as soon as possible。 Then the boat sailed through the Channel with a speed most unusual in these places。
The people； leaning on the railing； were commenting on the extraordinary encounters in this marine boulevard； usually frequented by ships of peace。 Certain smoke lines on the horizon were from the French squadron carrying President Poincare who was returning from Russia。 The European alarm had interrupted his trip。 Then they saw more English vessels patrolling the coast line like aggressive and vigilant dogs。 Two North American battleships could be distinguished by their mast…heads in the form of baskets。 Then a Russian battleship； white and glistening； passed at full steam on its way to the Baltic。 〃Bad！〃 said the South American passengers regretfully。 〃Very bad！ It looks this time as if it were going to be serious！〃 and they glanced uneasily at the neighboring coasts on both sides。 Although they presented the usual appearance； behind them； perhaps； a new period of history was in the making。
The transatlantic was due at Boulogne at midnight where it was supposed to wait until daybreak to discharge its passengers comfortably。 It arrived； nevertheless； at ten； dropped anchor outside the harbor； and the Commandant gave orders that the disembarkation should take place in less than an hour。 For this reason they had quickened their speed； consuming a vast amount of extra coal。 It was necessary to get away as soon as possible； seeking the refuge of Hamburg。 The radiographic apparatus had evidently been working to some purpose。
By the glare of the bluish searchlights which were spreading a livid clearness over the sea； began the unloading of passengers and baggage for Paris； from the transatlantic into the tenders。 〃Hurry！ Hurry！〃 The seamen were pushing forward the ladies of slow step who were recounting their valises； believing that they had lost some。 The stewards loaded themselves up with babies as though they were bundles。 The general precipitation dissipated the usual exaggerated and oily Teutonic amiability。 〃They are regular bootlickers；〃 thought Desnoyers。 〃They believe that their hour of triumph has come； and do not think it necessary to pretend any longer。〃 。 。 。
He was soon in a launch that was bobbing up and down on the waves near the black and immovable hulk of the great liner； dotted with many circles of light and filled with people waving handkerchiefs。 Julio recognized Bertha who was waving her hand without seeing him； without knowing in which tender he was； but feeling obliged to show her gratefulness for the sweet memories that now were being lost in the mystery of the sea and the night。 〃Adieu； Frau Rath！〃
The distance between the departing transatlantic and the lighters was widening。 As though it had been awaiting this moment with impunity； a stentorian voice on the upper deck shouted with a noisy guffaw； 〃See you later！ Soon we shall meet you in Paris！〃 And the marine band； the very same band that three days before had astonished Desnoyers with its unexpected Marseillaise； burst forth into a military march of the time of Frederick the Greata march of grenadiers with an accompaniment of trumpets。
That had been the night before。 Although twenty…four hours had not yet passed by； Desnoyers was already considering it as a distant event of shadowy reality。 His thoughts； always disposed to take the opposite side； did not share in the general alarm。 The insolence of the Counsellor now appeared to him but the boastings of a burgher turned into a soldier。 The disquietude of the people of Paris； was but the nervous agitation of a city which lived placidly and became alarmed at the first hint of danger to its comfort。 So many times they had spoken of an immediate war； always settling things peacefully at the last moment！ 。 。 。 Furthermore he did not want war to come because it would upset all his plans for the future； and the man accepted as logical and reasonable everything that suited his selfishness； placing it above reality。
〃No； there will not be war；〃 he repeated as he continued pacing up and down the garden。 〃These people are beside themselves。 How could a war possibly break out in these days？〃 。 。 。
And after disposing of his doubts； which certainly would in a short time come up again； he thought of the joy of the moment； consulting his watch。 Five o'clock！ She might come now at any minute！ He thought that he recognized her afar off in a lady who was passing through the grating by the rue Pasquier。 She seemed to him a little different； but it occurred to him that possibly the Summer fashions might have altered her appearance。 But soon he saw that he had made a mistake。 She was not alone； another lady was with her。 They were perhaps English or North American women who worshipped the memory of Marie Antoinette and wished to visit the Chapelle Expiatoire； the old tomb of the executed queen。 Julio watched them as they climbed the flights of steps and crossed the interior patio in which were interred the ei