"Maybe you think I ought not to have run away, and deserted my lady love.

Maybe I'm rather ashamed of my own self, but at any rate when you speak of it, say that I came back of my own accord.

I'm not a bit afraid to die now," and as he spoke he squeezed Agatha's hand.

His heart was full of apprehension, lest she should suspect for a moment that he had really fled from her through fear, but Agatha understood well his ready wit, and appreciated his more than boyish courage.
Santerre now made his arrangements for the night.

All the inhabitants of the chateau were kept under strict surveillance.