I have no friend, but will you act as a squire and see me to my grave ?" After struggling with his feelings, Marcel at last said: "Since it is her wish, I will be your friend." A fortnight later, the marriage between the unhappy lovers took place.
Every one foreboded disaster.

The wedding procession went down the green hill towards the church of Notre Dame.

There was no singing, no dancing, no merriment, as was usual on such occasions.

The rustics shuddered at heart over the doom of Pascal.

The soldier Marcel marched at the head of the wedding-party.