She died two years later; he kept me with him.
When he went on service I was left in the charge of a Huguenot family, and it was well that it was so, for otherwise I might have grown up unable to read or write.

The last time that I saw him was before he rode to La Rochelle.

After his death I was adopted by the regiment, for the good people I was with left Paris to join their friends in the south.
Had it been otherwise I should have stayed with them.

The good man would probably have brought me up to be, like himself, a minister, and I am afraid I should have made a very poor one." The two young men laughed.

"Just at present," de Lisle said, "the two religions get on quietly together.