God made you for a soldier's wife, and a mother of soldiers.

What?
You are not well, I am afraid ?" "If I could sit down a minute," she faltered.

She was swaying on her feet.
He supported her across the belt of meadow which fringed the bank, and made her recline against a tree.

Then as his men began to come up--for the alarm had reached them--he would have sent two of them in the boat to fetch Madame St.Lo to her.

But she would not let him.
"Your maid, then ?" he said.
"No, Monsieur, I need only to be alone a little! Only to be alone," she repeated, her face averted; and believing this he sent the men away, and, taking the boat himself, he crossed over, took in Madame St.Lo and Carlat, and rowed them to the ferry.