their camps were rather far apart, but an automobile makes many revolutions before it reaches the end of its journey.
It was not necessary to say more. Desnoyers instantly felt the most overmastering desire to see his boy, since, for so many months, he had had to content himself with reading his letters and studying the snap shot which one of his comrades had made of his soldier son.
From that time on, he besieged the senator as though he were a political supporter desiring an office. He visited him in the mornings in his home, invited him to dinner every evening, and hunted him down in the salons of the Luxembourg. Before the first word of greeting could be exchanged, his eyes were formulating the same interrogation.… "When will you get that permit?"
The great man could only reply by lamenting the indifference of the military department toward the civilian element; it always had been inimical toward parliamentarism.
"Besides, Joffre is showing himself most unapproachable; he does not encourage the curious.… To-morrow I will see the President."
A few days later, he arrived at the house in the avenue Victor Hugo, with an expression of radiant satisfaction that filled Don Marcelo with joy.
"It has come?"
"It has come.… We start the day after to-morrow."
Desnoyers went the following afternoon to the studio in the rue de la Pompe.
"I am going to-morrow!"
The artist was very eager to accompany him. Would it not be possible for him to go, too, as secretary to the senator?… Don Marcelo smiled benevolently. The authorization was only for Lacour and one companion.
