She had smoothed her hair and her Red Cross dress, and the rest had restored all her brilliant color.
She was as calm, too, as if they were not alone under the cloud of war, and the hotel was full of real guests.

It was her courage as much as her beauty that appealed to John.

At no time in all the dangers through which they had gone had he seen her flinch.

He had heard much of the courage shown by the women in the great Civil War in his own country, and this maid of France was proving anew that a girl could be as brave as a man.
"May I take you down to dinner, Mademoiselle Lannes ?" he asked.
"You may, Mr.Scott," she replied, and they walked together down the hall and the stairway into the great dining-room.

Antoine, a napkin on his arm, ceremoniously held open the door for them and Suzanne showed them to opposite seats at a small table by the window.
"We have found an abundance, Mademoiselle," she said, "and you shall be served as if you were real guests." The memory of that dinner will always be vivid in the mind of John Scott, though he live to be a hundred.