Was she thinking of Breton, who was on his way to a strange land, who had left her with never a good by to dull the edge of separation?
He sobbed noiselessly.

The book slipped from his fingers to the floor, and the noise of it brought the Chevalier out of his gentle dreaming.
"Is it you, lad ?" "Yes, Monsieur Paul," swallowing desperately.
"What is the matter ?" "I was thinking how the snow has left the hills of Perigny.

I can see my uncle puttering in the gardens at the chateau.

Do you remember the lilacs which grew by the western gates?
They will soon be filling the park with fragrance.

Monsieur will forgive me for recalling ?" "Yes; for I was there in my dreams, lad.