I CAN see myself again on that afternoon walking up and down the platform of
Vallorbe Station. At my side little André, aged twelve, sailor-collared and barelegged, besieged me with questions concerning sport. It was his craze. I did my
best to give him the information he wanted, while waiting impatiently for his
people to reappear.
I had offered to look after the ladies' luggage, but the grandmother had declined
my help with thanks. Jeannine was so capable! These little jobs amused her.
The girl came out on to the platform towards us, and wanted to take back her
dressing bag. I refused to allow it.
Madame Landry joined us. I took her to a seat but she refused to sit down, she
was not tired. I always admired her, slim and alert at over sixty.