The girl was standing by the gate, looking down towards the village.

Her brow was a little heavy, so that it gave her eyes at all times a deep look, but now De la Riviere saw that they were brooding as well.

There was sadness in the poise of the head.

He did not take off his hat to her.
"'Oh, grand to the war he goes, O gai, rive le roi!'" he said teasingly.

He thought she might have a lover among the recruits at Dalgrothe Mountain.
She turned to him, startled, for she thought he meant Valmond.