"I wanted to see you, Miette," he said, as he seated himself beside her.

"I should have waited all night for you.

I am going away at daybreak to-morrow morning." Miette had just caught sight of the gun lying on the grass, and with a thoughtful air, she murmured: "Ah! so it's decided then?
There's your gun!" "Yes," replied Silvere, after a brief pause, his voice still faltering, "it's my gun.

I thought it best to remove it from the house to-night; to-morrow morning aunt Dide might have seen me take it, and have felt uneasy about it.

I am going to hide it, and shall fetch it just before starting." Then, as Miette could not remove her eyes from the weapon which he had so foolishly left on the grass, he jumped up and again hid it among the woodstacks.
"We learnt this morning," he said, as he resumed his seat, "that the insurgents of La Palud and Saint Martin-de-Vaulx were on the march, and spent last night at Alboise.