"When the wars are over, and the King is on his throne, you shall bring me home a lover; some brave friend of your's who has proved himself a gallant knight." "I would have him be a gallant knight, certainly," said Henri, "but he should also be a worthy gentleman." "And is not Cathelineau a worthy gentleman ?" forgetting in her enthusiasm that she was taking the cause of one who was being spoken of as her lover.

"Oh, indeed he is; if valour, honesty, and honour, if trust in God, and forgetfulness of self, if humanity and generosity constitute a gentleman, then is Cathelineau the prince of gentlemen: but do not, pray do not mistake me, Henri: a lover of scenery admires the tops of distant mountains, and gazes on their snowy peaks with a pleasure almost amounting to awe; but no one seeks to build his house on the summit: so do I admire the virtues, the devotion, the courage of Cathelineau; but my admiration is mixed with no love which would make me wish to join my lot with his.

I only say, that despite his birth and former low condition, he is worthy of any woman's love." Henri did not quite like his sister's enthusiasm, though he hardly knew why it displeased him.

He had thought of Cathelineau only as a soldier and a General, and had found nothing in him that he did not approve of; but he felt that he could not welcome him as his darling sister's husband; "if Adolphe should have prophesied rightly," said he, to himself as he went from his sister's room to his own chamber, "but no! whatever her feelings may be, she is too good to do anything that would displease me.".