Now I will ask you to ride with me to the edge of the camp and there to leave me.' She had a quick imperative way which came charmingly from those sweet womanly lips.

The grey horse upon which I had come to the camp was waiting beside that of the hussar, so we were soon in the saddle.
When we were clear of the huts my cousin turned to us.
'I had rather go alone now,' said she.

'It is understood, then, that I can rely upon you.' 'Entirely,' said I.
'To the death,' cried Gerard.
'It is everything to me to have two brave men at my back,' said she, and so, with a smile, gave her horse its head and cantered off over the downland in the direction of Grosbois.
For my part I remained in thought for some time, wondering what plan she could have in her head by which she hoped to get upon the track of Toussac.

A woman's wit, spurred by the danger of her lover, might perhaps succeed where Fouche and Savary had failed.

When at last I turned my horse I found my young hussar still staring after the distant rider.
'My faith! There is the woman for you, Etienne!' he kept repeating.
'What an eye! What a smile! What a rider! And she is not afraid of the Emperor.