A strange man came in just now, and said they must have my bed." "Oh no, Sir," said Madame de Lescure, inexpressibly shocked at the dreadful misery of the poor old man; "indeed, indeed, we will not.

It is only for one night, and we shall do very well.

Indeed, we would not turn you out of your bed." "You are welcome, Madame, welcome to it all--welcome as the flowers in May.

I know who you are, though I forget your name; it is a name dear to all La Vendee.

Your husband is a great and good man; indeed, you shall have my bed, though you'll find it very cold.