Yes, your customs have made a man of you, while I am a boy still." "You are very good to say so," Harry said; "but I am quite sure that you would be just as quick and ready as me in most circumstances, and if it had been a matter of swords, very much more useful; but I am glad you see there is some advantage in our rough English ways." The marquis had put his hand approvingly upon Ernest's shoulder when he addressed Harry, and then turned to his daughters.

The governess had sunk fainting to the ground when she saw that the danger was over.

Virginie had thrown herself down and was crying loudly; while Jeanne stood pale, but quiet, beside them.
The marquis directed one of the men to run up to the chateau and bid a female servant bring down water and smelling-salts for the governess, and then lifted Virginie up and tried to soothe her, while he stretched out his other hand to Jeanne.
"You are shaken, my Jeanne," he said tenderly, "but you have borne the trial well.

I did not hear you cry out, though madame, and the little one screamed loudly enough." "I was frightened enough, father," she said simply, "but of course I wasn't going to cry out; but it was very terrible; and oh, how noble and brave he was! And you know, papa, I feel ashamed to think how often I have been nearly laughing because he was awkward in the minuet.

I feel so little now beside him." "You see, my dear, one must not judge too much by externals," her father said soothingly as she hid her face against his coat, and he could feel that she was trembling from head to foot.