The dismal spectacle without heightened the bright gladness within, where he and Julie had sat face to face, only a narrow table between, and Antoine and Suzanne had served.
He stood awhile in the open door, the snow whirling now and then against him, and the faint mutter of great guns coming at almost regular intervals to his ears.

He was trying to decide what to do, free from any influence, however noble, which might unconsciously turn him from his duty.

His was in the nature of a roving commission, and yet he must not rove too far.

He decided that if Lannes did not come in the morning he would insist upon Julie going with him to the hospital camp.

It would be hard for him to go against her wishes, but he was bound to do it, and easy in little things, young John Scott had a will in greater affairs that could not be overborne.
But his heart remained singularly light.