I think you did.

The reason is--there is always a material reason--that you were warm, and a bit of chill breeze took you as you gazed; while for my part I was imagining at that very moment what of all possible causes might separate us, and I acknowledged that death could do the trick.

But death, my love, is far from us two!' 'Does she look as grimmish as she does in the photograph ?' said Clotilde.
'Who?
the baroness ?' Alvan laughed.

The baroness was not so easily defended from a girl as from her husband, it appeared.

'She is the best of comrades, best of friends.