If there be an angel upon earth she is one! When I told her that the good Cathelineau was dying, every shade of colour left her beautiful cheek; she became as pale as marble, and crossed her hands upon her bosom; she spoke to me not a word, nor did I look for reply, for I knew that in her heart she was praying that his soul might be taken up to heaven." Henri at that moment remembered the enthusiastic declaration of his sister, that Cathelineau, despite his birth, was worthy of any woman's love, and he did not begrudge her the only means which now remained to her of proving her devotion to the character she had admired.
"I told her," continued Foret, "that if he lived so long, Cathelineau would reach the hospital on the following day, and then I hurried on to you.

She told me I should find you here.

It was then dark, but I reached Chatillon that night, for they sent a guide with me from St.Laurent.
I left Chatillon again at the break of day, and have not lost much time in arriving here." "No, indeed, Foret; and surely you must need rest and refreshment," said de Lescure.

"Come into the chateau, and you shall have both." "But tell us, Foret, of this reverse at Nantes," said Henri.

"I will at once start for St.Laurent; I will, if possible, see Cathelineau before he dies; but let me know before I go to him how it has come to pass that victory has at last escaped him." "Victory did not escape him," said Foret: "he was victorious to the last--victorious till he fell.