"Are you preparing to join the army, Mr. Joseph?" she said. "Is there to be nobody left in Brussels to protect us poor women?" Jos succeeded in plunging into the coat, and came forward blushing and stuttering out excuses to his fair visitor. "How was she after the events of the morning--after the fatigues of the ball the night before?" Monsieur Isidor disappeared into his master's adjacent bedroom, bearing off the flowered dressing-gown.
"How good of you to ask," said she, pressing one of his hands in both her own. "How cool and collected you look when everybody else is frightened! How is our dear little Emmy? It must have been an awful, awful parting."

"Are you preparing to join the army, Mr. Joseph?" she said. "Is there to be nobody left in Brussels to protect us poor women?"
Jos succeeded in plunging into the coat, and stuttered excuses to his fair visitor. "How was she after the events of the morning?" Monsieur Isidor disappeared.
"How good of you to ask," said she, pressing one of his hands in her own. "How cool and collected you look when everybody else is frightened! How is dear little Emmy? It must have been an awful parting."
