~/~]ALIEI" A touch on her shoulder， a hand， a<br >familiar smell--how could he have a smell that<br >she recognized?--"Oh， Maiie!" and he was there，<br >looking unfamiliar in field grey， but oh so familiar<br >with his thick fair hair and wide shoulders，<br >"I couldn t find youF <br >"In the restaurant."<br >The one place she hadn t looked. His arms were<br >round her and she pressed against his coat， hug-<br >ging him， terrified that it might bc the last time<br >she would ever see him.<br >"Malie， I love you so much!"<br >Karoty， Karoly. Papa would never understand.<br >Poor， poor Papa.<br > "I sent a message，" She told hhn. "l said . ， o I<br > said I would pray for you."<br > "I love you so much， Malie."<br > "And I you."<br > "Don t let him separate us. Promise me you wilt<br > remember me."<br > "Oh， Karoly!" She was laughing and crying--<br > laughhqg because here， in this terrib!e railway<br > station， she was able to say what she liked without<br > fear or inhibition. "t would come with yon now<br > if I could."<br > "A camp follower!" He hugged her to him again，<br > wrapping her in his arm.s and lifting her a little<br > so that her cheek w as against his.<br > "I ll wait，" she said. "No matter what Papa says<br > or does. I ll wait."<br >