I shall be in the parlour.' 'I would rather not,' she said, pausing and speaking in a troubled voice.
'Are you afraid ?' 'No, Monsieur, I am not afraid,' she answered proudly, 'but--' 'You will come ?' I said.
She sighed before she spoke.

At length,-- 'Yes, I will come--if you wish it,' she answered.

And the next moment she was gone round the corner of the house, while I laughed to think of the excellent watch these gallant gentlemen were keeping.

M.de Cocheforet might have been with her in the garden, might have talked with her as I had talked, might have entered the house even, and passed under their noses scot-free.

But that is the way of soldiers.