Little difference was it to her whether he hauled logs for the English or smoked his pipe in idleness by the winter fire--what could it matter which flag he served under, so that he was true to her?
Or whom he served if she could always have him coming to see her and calling her his little pet?
He might crush an Irish Corporal's head every day, if he would but stroke her hair and say: "My sweet little one." "Why couldn't he be quiet and do as your man, Lieutenant Beverley, did ?" she cried in a sudden change of mood, the tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Lieutenant Beverley surrendered and took the consequences.
He didn't kill somebody and run off to be hunted like a bear.

No wonder you're happy, Alice; I'd be happy, too, if Rene were here and came to spend half of every day with me.

I--" "Why, what a silly girl you are!" Alice exclaimed, her face reddening prettily.

"How foolishly you prattle! I'm sure I don't trouble myself about Lieutenant Beverley--what put such absurd nonsense into your head, Adrienne ?" "Because, that's what, and you know it's so, too.