My poor colonel expects to find the lost sheep here.

Let us be happy among ourselves but say nothing to any one, not even to Latournelle, if that is possible.

Mademoiselle," he whispered in Modeste's ear, "write to your father and tell him of his loss and also the terrible results on your mother's health and eyesight; prepare him for the shock he has to meet.

I will engage to get the letter into his hands before he reaches Havre, for he will have to pass through Paris on his way.

Write him a long letter; you have plenty of time.