Just now when I fancied that we were all going to die, I thought I could see you, and my fear of losing you froze and paralysed me." Marie indulged in a pretty laugh.

Allusions to her coming marriage were seldom made; however, she invariably greeted them with an air of happy affection.
"Another six weeks!" she simply said.
Thereupon Mere-Grand, who had been looking at them, turned her eyes towards Pierre.

He, however, like the others was listening with a smile.
"That's true," said the old lady, "you are to be married in six weeks' time.

So I did right to prevent the house from being blown up." At this the young men made merry; and the repast came to an end in very joyous fashion.
During the afternoon, however, Pierre's heart gradually grew heavy.
Marie's words constantly returned to him: "Another six weeks!" Yes, it was indeed true, she would then be married.

But it seemed to him that he had never previously known it, never for a moment thought of it.