Now, we'll bid you good night and wish you good luck.
I'd like to be a prophet, even for a day only, and tell what the morrow would bring." "So do I," said Weber, "and I must hurry on my own errand.

It may not be of great importance, but is vital to me that I do it." He slid away in the darkness and both John and Lannes spoke well of him as they returned to the house.

Picard admitted them.
"May I ask, sir, if there is any news that favors France ?" he said to Philip.
"Not yet, my good Antoine, but it is surely coming." John heard the giant Frenchman smother a sigh, but he made no comment, and walked softly with Lannes to the little room high up that had been assigned to him.

Here when he was alone with his candle he looked around curiously.
The room was quite simple, not containing much furniture, in truth, nothing of any note save on the wall a fine picture of the great Marshal Lannes, Napoleon's dauntless fighter, and stern republican, despite the ducal title that he took.

It was a good portrait, painted perhaps by some great artist, and John holding up the candle, looked at it a long time.
He thought he could trace some likeness to Philip.