For myself, I felt that none of these were required, and was sure that Giraud's own good qualities had already won their way.
"She can, at all events, not laugh at this," he said, lifting the hurt member, "or ridicule our great charge.

Oh, Dick, _mon ami_, you have missed something," he cried, to the astonishment of the porters in Liverpool Street station.

"You have missed something in life, for you have never fought for France! Mon Dieu!--to hear the bugle sound the charge--to see the horses, those brave beasts, throw up their heads as they recognised the call--to see the faces of the men! Dick, that was life--real life! To hear at last the crash of the sabres all along the line, like a butler throwing his knife-box down the back stairs." We reached Hopton in the evening, and I was not too well pleased to find that Isabella had been invited to dine, "to do honour," as Lucille said, to a "hero of the great retreat." "We knew also," added Madame, addressing me, "that such old friends as Miss Gayerson and yourself would be glad to meet." And Isabella gave me a queer smile.
During dinner the conversation was general and mostly carried on in English, in which tongue Alphonse Giraud discovered a wealth of humour.

In the drawing-room I had an opportunity of speaking to Madame de Clericy of her affairs, to which report I also begged the attention of Lucille.
It appeared to me that there was in the atmosphere of my own home some subtle feeling of distrust or antagonism against myself, and once I thought I intercepted a glance of understanding exchanged by Lucille and Isabella.

We were at the moment talking of Giraud's misfortunes, which, indeed, that stricken soldier bore with exemplary cheerfulness.
"What is," he asked, "the equivalent of our sou when that coin is used as the symbol of penury ?" and subsequently explained to Isabella with much vivacity that he had not a brass farthing in the world.
During the time that I spoke to Madame of her affairs, Alphonse and Isabella were engaged in a game of billiards in the hall, where stood the table; but their talk seemed of greater interest than the game, for I heard no sound of the balls.
The ladies retired early, Isabella passing the night at Hopton, and Alphonse and I were left alone with our cigars.