"Oh, Aunt Claire, we've done so
many wonderful things to-night!"
So he let the cat out of the bag, and, with so
much of a start, Madame de Frenard was not
satisfied until she had the whole story out of them.
She caught her breath when she heard of the shots
that had been fired at them, but she looked very
proud and happy, too.
"Oh, that was splendid!" she cried. "We may
be a little nation, we Belgians, but we can meet
them when even our boys can defy them and outwit
them so magnificently! Now I know that I can
trust you! Paul, it is as if your uncle were here!
You shall take his place, and I shall do whatever
you say is right."
Paul grew red, and embarrassment checked his
speech for a moment.
"It was just luck, of course," he said, confusedly.
"Anyone could have done what we did, you
know. But I'm glad you'll go on to Brussels,
Aunt Claire, and I think Major du Chaillu will be
glad to make the arrangements, before the railway
is interrupted. I will go now and get out the carriages."
"Very well, Paul, do so. It is lucky that we
have those left, at any rate."
Paul and Arthur helped the men to get out the
carriages and harness the horses, frightened by
the noise and confusion of the fire. And Paul and
Arthur, too, rode in the carriage that took their
aunt and her maid into Liege.
"I didn't think we would be coming back to
Liege quite so soon," said Arthur, a little ruefully.
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