Her heavy brow grew heavier, her eyes gleamed sulkily, as she dragged herself forward with weariness, and stood silent and resentful.

Why had this lady of the Manor come to her?
Madame Chalice scarcely knew how to begin, for, in truth, she wanted to be the girl's friend, and she feared making her do or say some wild thing.
She looked round the quiet room.

Some fruit was boiling on a stove, giving out a fragrant savour, and Elise's eye was on it mechanically.

A bit of sewing lay across a chair, and on the wall hung a military suit of the old sergeant, beside it a short sabre.

An old Tricolor was draped from a beam, and one or two maps of France were pinned on the wall.