Their good-morning to John was quiet, but he saw that it came from the heart.

They recognized in him the faithful comrade in danger, of the son and brother, and he saw once more that French family affection was very powerful.
It was early, far earlier than the ordinary time for the European breakfast, and he knew that it had been served so, because he and Lannes were to depart.

He sat facing a window, and he saw the dawn come over Paris in a vast silver haze that soon turned to a cloud of gold.

He again stole glances at Julie Lannes.

In all her beautiful fairness of hair and complexion she was like one of the blonde American girls of his own country.
When breakfast was over and the two young men rose to go John said the first farewell.