"Julian! Is that you I see?
Truly I had begun to fear that some misfortune had befallen you.

So you have been within the walls of the town, and have returned safe and sound?
Your face is a very welcome one, my friend!" Wolfe stretched out his hand, which was eagerly grasped by Julian.
It was a still, close evening, and the sullen booming of the guns continued without abatement.

So used had the ears of besiegers and besieged grown to that sound of menace, that it was hardly heeded more than the roar of the surf upon the shore.
Wolfe was lying in his tent, looking white and worn, as was generally the case after the labours of the day were ended.

His indomitable spirit bore him gallantly through the working hours of the long, hot days; but night found him exhausted, and often too suffering to sleep.

Julian had been his best companion at such times as these, and he had missed him a good deal these past days.
"I have been within the city and citadel, and have returned safe and sound," answered Julian, throwing off the cloak he wore over his white French uniform.