At last it was the 10th of August.

Luncheon was just over, and Harry and Bella were impatient.

They knew that between one and two o'clock the regiment must pass through the village.

They had been promised that they should be taken to see the soldiers pass, and for them, as well as for Bettina, the return of the 9th Artillery was a great event.
"Aunt Betty," said Bella, "Aunt Betty, come with us." "Yes, do come," said Harry, "do come, we shall see our friend Jean, on his big gray horse." Bettina resisted, refused--and yet how great was the temptation.

But no, she would not go, she would not see Jean again till the evening, when she would give him that decisive explanation for which she had been preparing herself for the last three weeks.