He was free, he could go.
But he did not go; he looked around him.

How happy he was three months ago, when he rode out of that great yard amid the noise of the cannon rolling over the pavement of Souvigny; but how sadly he should ride away to-day! Formerly his life was there; where would it be hereafter?
He returned, went to his own room, and wrote to Mrs.Scott; he told her that his duties obliged him to leave immediately, he could not dine at the castle, and begged Mrs.Scott to remember him to Miss Bettina.
Bettina, ah! what trouble it cost him to write that name.

He closed his letter; he would send it directly.
He made his preparations for departure; then he went to wish his godfather farewell.

That is what cost him most; he must speak to him only of a short absence.
He opened one of the drawers of his bureau to take out some money.

The first thing that met his eyes was a little note on bluish paper; it was the only note which he had ever received from her.
"Will you have the kindness to give to the servant the book of which you spoke yesterday evening.