Nowadays there only existed patriots--anxious to work for their country, some with weapons in their hands, others availing themselves of their astuteness, or exploiting the qualities of their sex.
Ulysses was greatly disconcerted by this theory.
"Then the doctor ?..." he again questioned, guessing; what the imposing dame must be.
Freya responded with an expression of enthusiasm and respect.

Her friend was an illustrious patriot, a very learned woman, who was placing all her faculties at the service of her country.

She adored her.

She was her protector; she had rescued her in the most difficult moment of her existence.
"And the count ?" Ferragut continued asking.
Here the woman made a gesture of reserve.
"He also is a great patriot, but do not let us talk about him." In her words there were both respect and fear.

He suspected that she did not wish to have anything to do with this haughty personage.
A long silence.