"I know not by what strange fortune I meet you here, but surely you will not refuse greeting to an old friend ?" The girl drew hastily back a step, as if her first thought was flight; but ere such end could be accomplished, Mademoiselle had clasped her arm impetuously.
"Marie!" she pleaded, "can it be possible you would flee from me ?" "Nay," returned the other, her voice trembling painfully, as she struggled to restrain herself.

"It is not that.

Dear, dear friend! I knew you were among the few saved from Dearborn.

The American hunter told me, and ever since have I tried to avoid you in the camp.

'Twas not for lack of the old love, yet I feared to meet you.