A splendid clean-looking woman with an apron came and asked us what we wanted.
"Rolls and jam and coffee," Catherine said.
"I'm sorry, we haven't any rolls in war-time."
"Bread then."
"I can make you some toast."
"All right."
"I want some eggs fried too."
"How many eggs for the gentleman?"
"Three."
"Take four, darling."
"Four eggs."
The woman went away.
I kissed Catherine and held her hand very tight.
We looked at each other and at the cafй.
"Darling, darling, isn't it lovely?"
"It's grand," I said.
"I don't mind there not being rolls," Catherine said. "I thought about them all night.
But I don't mind it.
I don't mind it at all."
"I suppose pretty soon they will arrest us."
"Never mind, darling.
We'll have breakfast first.
You won't mind being arrested after breakfast.
And then there's nothing they can do to us.
We're British and American citizens in good standing."
"You have a passport, haven't you?"
"Of course.
Oh let's not talk about it.
Let's be happy."
"I couldn't be any happiei" I said.
A fat gray cat with a tail that lifted like a plume crossed the floor to our table and curved against my leg to purr each time she rubbed.
I reached down and stroked her.
Catherine smiled at me very happily. "Here comes the coffee," she said.
They arrested us after breakfast.
We took a little walk through the village then went down to the quay to get our bags.
A soldier was standing guard over the boat.
"Is this your boat?"
"Yes."
"Where do you come from?"
"Up the lake."
"Then I have to ask you to come with me."
"How about the bags?"
"You can carry the bags."
I carried the bags and Catherine walked beside me and the soldier walked along behind us to the old custom house.
In the custom house a lieutenant, very thin and military, questioned us.
"What nationality are you?"
"American and British."
"Let me see your passports."
I gave him mine and Catherine got hers out of her handbag.
He examined them for a long time.