I'm sure he's a brave fellow." "It's not always those who talk the most that are the bravest," said Momont.
Henri and his sister sat talking that night for a long time, after the other inhabitants of the chateau were in bed, and though they had so many subjects of interest to discuss, their conversation was chiefly respecting Adolphe Denot.
"I cannot guess what has become of him," said Henri; "I made every possible inquiry, short of that which might seem to compromise his character.

I do not think he can have returned to the Bocage, or we should have heard of him." "He must have gone to Fleury," said Agatha.

"I am sure you will not find that he is at his own house." "Impossible, my love; we must have heard of him on the way; had he gone round by Montrenil, he must still have passed over the bridge of Fouchard, and we should have heard of him there." "He must have ridden over in the night; you see he so evidently wanted to conceal from you where he was going." "My own impression is, that he is gone to Paris," said Henri; "but let him have gone where he may, of one thing I am sure; he was not in his right senses when he left the council-room, nor yet when he was speaking to me in the street; poor Adolphe! I pity him with all my heart.

I can feel how miserable he must be." "Why should he be miserable, Henri?
The truth is, you mistake his character.

I do not wish to make you think ill of your friend; but Adolphe is one of those men whom adversity will improve.