ere　very　glad　to　see　us。　There　was　a　fine　coiffeur's　place　where　Catherine　went　to　have　her　hair　done。　The　woman　who　ran　it　was　very　cheerful　and　the　only　person　we　knew　in　Montreux。　While　Catherine　was　there　I　went　up　to　a　beer　place　and　drank　dark　Munich　beer　and　read　the　papers。　I　read　the　Corriere　della　Sera　and　the　English　and　American　papers　from　Paris。　All　the　advertisements　were　blacked　out；　supposedly　to　prevent　munication　in　that　way　with　the　enemy。　The　papers　were　bad　reading。　Everything　was　going　very　badly　everywhere。　I　sat　back　in　the　corner　with　a　heavy　mug　of　dark　beer　and　an　opened　glazed…paper　package　of　pretzels　and　ate　the　pretzels　for　the　salty　flavor　and　the　good　way　they　made　the　beer　taste　and　read　about　disaster。　I　thought　Catherine　would　e　by　but　she　did　not　e；　so　I　hung　the　papers　back　on　the　rack；　paid　for　my　beer　and　went　up　the　street　to　look　for　her。　The　day　was　cold　and　dark　and　wintry　and　the　stone　of　the　houses　looked　cold。　Catherine　was　still　in　the　hairdresser's　shop。　The　woman　was　waving　her　hair。　I　sat　in　the　little　booth　and　watched。　It　was　exciting　to　watch　and　Catherine　smiled　and　talked　to　me　and　my　voice　was　a　little　thick　from　being　excited。　The　tongs　made　a　pleasant　clicking　sound　and　I　could　see　Catherine　in　three　mirrors　and　it　was　pleasant　and　warm　in　the　booth。　Then　the　woman　put　up　Catherine's　hair；　and　Catherine　looked　in　the　mirror　and　changed　it　a　little；　taking　out　and　putting　in　pins；　then　stood　up。　〃I'm　sorry　to　have　taken　such　a　long　time。〃

〃Monsieur　was　very　interested。　Were　you　not；　monsieur？〃　the　woman　smiled。

〃Yes；〃　I　said。

We　went　out　and　up　the　street。　It　was　cold　and　wintry　and　the　wind　was　blowing。　〃Oh；　darling；　I　love　you　so；〃　I　said。

〃Don't　we　have　a　fine　time？〃　Catherine　said