To him Josephine had given proofs of her faith which nothing could destroy.

And he understood now the reason for that tired, drawn look in Jean's face.

This was not the first night he had watched.
Every night he had guarded her until, in the small hours of dawn, his eyes had closed heavily as they were closed now.
The beginning of the gray northern dawn was not far away.

Philip knew that without looking at the hour.

He sensed it.