He was again in the church; she was there before him, bending over her prie-Dieu, her pretty head resting in her two little hands; then the music arose, and far off, in the dusk, Jean perceived the fine and delicate profile of Bettina.
"A child--is she only a child ?" The trumpets sounded, the practice was resumed; this time, fortunately, no command, no responsibility.

The four batteries executed their evolutions together; this immense mass of men, horses, and carriages, deployed in every direction, now drawn out in a long line, again collected into a compact group.

All stopped at the same instant along the whole extent of the ground; the gunners sprang from their horses, ran to their pieces, detached each from its team, which went off at a trot and prepared to fire with amazing rapidity.

Then the horses returned, the men re-attached their pieces; sprang quickly to saddle, and the regiment started at full gallop across the field.
Very gently in the thoughts of Jean Bettina regained her advantage over Mrs.Scott.She appeared to him smiling and blushing amid the sunlit clouds of her floating hair.

Monsieur Jean, she had called him, Monsieur Jean, and never had his name sounded so sweet.