But it will be long, probably, before I am married, if ever I am.

Men have other things to think of now than marriage, and, alas! women too.

We must wait till the wars are over, Annot." "But I thought the wars were over now, Mademoiselle.

Haven't they got that Santerre prisoner up at Durbelliere ?" "There's much, very much, I fear to do yet, and to suffer, before the wars will be really over," said Madame de Lescure.

"Heaven help us, and guide us, and protect us! Come, Marie, let us go to rest, for I trust Charles will send for us early in the morning." Annot gave such assistance to her two guests as they required, and was within her power, and then seating herself in her father's large arm chair in the kitchen, pondered over the misery of living in times when men were so busy fighting with their enemies, that they had not even leisure to get married.
"And what, after all, is the use of these wars ?" said she to herself "What do they get by taking so many towns, and getting so many guns, and killing so many men?
I don't know who's the better for it, but I know very well who's the worse.