I spent a night with them at their house in Paris.

I've heard that French family ties are strong, but they seemed to look upon him as the weak would regard a great champion, a knight, in their own phrase, without fear and without reproach." "That speaks well for him." John's mind traveled back to that modest house across the Seine.

It had done so often during all the days and nights of fighting, and he thought of Julie Lannes in her simple white dress, Julie with the golden hair and the bluest of blue eyes.

She had not seemed at all foreign to him.
In her simplicity and openness she was like one of the young girls of his own country.

French custom might have compelled a difference at other times, but war was a great leveler of manners.