He said quietly, suddenly numb with an old pain: 'Who told you those phrases, mademoiselle? They are quite up to date.'
She turned away. 'I do not know,' she said awkwardly. 'It is possible that I have read them in a book.'
He went back with her to the salon and helped her to get the children ready to go out, and saw them off together down the stairs. Then he went back into the little flat; madame had disappeared, and he resorted to the bathroom for his shave. Then, in the corner of the settee in the salon he fell asleep, and slept uneasily for about two hours.
The children woke him as they came back into the flat. Ronnie rushed up to him. 'We saw bombers,' he said ecstatically. 'Real German ones, ever so big, and they showed me the bombs and they let me go and touch them, too!'
Sheila said: 'I went and touched them, too!'
Ronnie said: 'And we saw the bombers flying, and taking off and landing, and going out to bomb the ships on the sea! It was fun, Mr Howard.'
He said, mildly: 'I hope you said "Thank you" very nicely to Mademoiselle Rougeron for taking you for such a lovely walk.'
They rushed up to her. Thank you ever so much, Mademoiselle Rougeron,' they said.
He turned to her. 'You've given them a very happy afternoon,' he said. 'Where did you take them to?'
She said: To the aerodrome, monsieur.' She hesitated. 'I would not have gone there if I had realised... But they do not understand, the little ones.'
'No,' he said. 'It's all great fun to them.'
He glanced at her. 'Were there many bombers there?'
'Sixty or seventy. More, perhaps.'
'And going out to bomb the ships of my country?' he said gently.
She inclined her head. 'I would not have taken them there,' she said again. 'I did not know.'
He smiled. 'Well,' he said, 'there's not much we can do to stop them, so it's no good worrying about it.'
Madame appeared again; it was nearly six o'clock. She had made soup for the children's supper and she had prepared a bed in her own room for the two little girls. The three little boys were to sleep in a bed which she had made up on the floor of the corridor; Howard had been given a bedroom to himself. He thanked her for the trouble she had taken.
'One must first get the little ones to bed,' she said. Then we will talk, and devise something.'
In an hour they were all fed, washed, and in bed, settling for the night. Howard sat down with the two women to a supper of a thick meat broth and bread and cheese, with a little red wine mixed with water. He helped them to clear the table, and accepted a curious, thin, dry, black cigar from a box left by his absent host.
Presently he said: 'I have been thinking quietly this afternoon, madame,' he said. 'I do not think I shall go back to Switzerland. I think it would be better to try and get into Spain.'
The woman said: 'It is a very long way to go.' They discussed the matter for a little time. The difficulties were obvious; when he had made the journey there was no sort of guarantee that he could ever get across the frontier.
The girl said: 'I also have been thinking, but in quite the opposite direction.' She turned to her mother. 'Jean Henri Guinevec,' she said, and she ran the two Christian names together to pronounce them Jenri.
Madame said placidly: 'Jean Henri may have gone already, ma petite.'
Howard said: 'Who is he?'
The girl said: 'He is a fisherman, of Le Conquet. In Finisterre. He has a very good boat. He is a great friend of my father, monsieur.'
They told him about this man. For thirty years it had been the colonel's habit to go to Brittany each summer. In that he had been unusual for a Frenchman. The sparse, rocky country, the stone cottages, and the wild coast attracted him, and the strong sea winds of the Atlantic refreshed him. Morgat, Le Conquet, Brest, Douarnenez, Audierne, Concarneau - these were his haunts, the places that he loved to visit in the summer. He used to dress the part. For going in the fishing-boats he had the local costume, faded rust and rose coloured sailcloth overalls and a large, floppy black Breton casque.
'He used to wear the sabots, too, when we were married first,' his wife said placidly. 'But then, when he got corns on his feet, he had to give them up.'
His wife and daughter had gone with him, every year. They had stayed in some little pension and had gone for little, bored walks, while the colonel went out in the boats with the fishermen, or sat yarning with them in the café.
'It was not very gay,' the girl said. 'One year we went to Paris-Plage, but next year we went back to Brittany.'
She had come to know his fishermen friends through the years. 'Jenri would help us to help Monsieur Howard,' she said confidently. 'He has a fine big boat that could cross easily to England.'
Howard gave this serious attention. He knew a little of the Breton fishermen; when he had practised as a solicitor in Exeter there had been occasional legal cases that involved them, cases of fishing inside the three-mile limit. Sometimes, they came into Torbay for shelter in bad weather. Apart from their fishing peccadilloes they were popular in Devon; big burly men with boats as big and burly as they were themselves; fine seamen, speaking a language very similar to Gaelic, that a Welshman could sometimes understand.
They discussed this for some time; it certainly seemed more hopeful than any attempt to get back through Spain. 'It's a long way to go,' he said a little ruefully. It was; Brest is two hundred miles or so from Chartres. 'Perhaps I could go by train.' He would be going away from Paris.
They discussed it in all aspects. Obviously, it was impossible to find out how Guinevec was placed; the only thing to do would be to go there and find out. 'But if Jenri should have gone away,' the mother said, 'there are all the others. One or other of them will help you, when they know that you are friendly with my husband.' She spoke with simple faith.
The girl confirmed this: 'One or other of them will help.'
The old man said presently: 'It really is most kind of you to suggest this. If you would give me a few addresses, then - I would go tomorrow, with the children.' He hesitated. 'It will be better to go soon,' he said. 'Later, the Germans may become more vigilant.'
'That we can do,' said madame.
Presently, as it was getting late, she got up and went out of the room. After a few minutes the girl followed her; from the salon Howard could hear the mutter of their voices in the kitchen, talking in low tones. He could not hear what they were saying, nor did he try. He was deeply grateful for the help and encouragement that he had had from them. Since he had parted from the two Air Force men he had rather lost heart; now he felt again that there was a good prospect that he would get through to England. True, he had still to get to Brittany. That might be difficult in itself; he had no papers of identification other than a British passport, and none of the children had anything at all. If he were stopped and questioned by the Germans the game would be up, but so far he had not been stopped. So long as nobody became suspicious of him, he might be all right.
Nicole came back alone from the kitchen. 'Maman has gone to bed,' she said. 'She gets up so early in the morning. She has asked me to wish you a very good night on her behalf.'
He said something conventionally polite. 'I think I should be better in bed, myself,' he said. 'These last days have been tiring for a man as old as I am.'