He repeated day by day that he would reveal his invention to the Minister of War as soon as he should be married to Marie, whom he wished to associate with his glory.

Married to Marie! Each time he thought of it, burning fever and secret disquietude came over him.

If he now remained so silent and had lost his quiet cheerfulness, it was because he had felt new life, as it were, emanating from her.

She was certainly no longer the same woman as formerly; she was becoming more and more changed and distant.

He had watched her and Pierre when the latter happened to be there, which was now but seldom.