There were dark lines under her eyes, and her voice was steady and without emotion as she said "Good morning." It was as if he had dreamed the thing that had passed the night before.

There was neither glow of tenderness, of regret, nor of memory in her eyes.

Her smile was wan and forced.

He knew that she was calling upon his chivalry to forget that one moment before the door of her tent.

He bowed, and said simply: "I'm afraid you didn't sleep well, Josephine.