He was a man of impressions, and he lived in the light of them continuously.
Wisdom might have been expected of Parpon, but he had been won by Valmond from the start; and now, in the great hour, he was deep in another theme--the restoration of his mother to himself, and to herself.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Valmond and Lagroin were in the streets, after they had marched their men back to camp.

A crowd had gathered near the church, for His Excellency was on his way to visit the Cure.
As he passed, they cheered him.

He stopped to speak to them.

Before he had ended, some one came crying wildly that the soldiers, the red-coats were come.

The sound of a drum rolled up the street, and presently, round a corner, came the well-ordered troops of the Government.
Instantly Lagroin wheeled to summon any stray men of his little army, but Valmond laid a hand on his arm, stopping him.