George Voss, as he drove back to Colmar and thought of what had been done during the last twenty-four hours, did not find that he had much occasion for triumph.

He had, indeed, the consolation of knowing that the girl loved him, and in that there was a certain amount of comfort.

As he had ever been thinking about her since he had left Granpere, so also had she been thinking of him.

His father had told him that they had been no more than children when they parted, and had ridiculed the idea that any affection formed so long back and at so early an age should have lasted.

But it had lasted; and was now as strong in Marie's breast as it was in his own.