Well, the King should find that he had not reposed trust in the Marquis for nothing.
So the old man thought as he lay sleepless during the night.

He was not the only one who lay sleepless during the night.

Laure d'Aumenier sought rest and oblivion in vain.

She had been more moved by Marteau's conduct and bearing and presence in the old Chateau d'Aumenier, a year ago, than she had been willing to admit until she thought him dead.
The Marteaux had always been a good-looking, self-respecting people.
Madame Marteau, his mother, had been an unusual woman who had, it was said, married beneath her when she became the wife of old Jean Marteau, although she never in her long married life thought of it in that way.
The present Jean Marteau was as handsome and distinguished looking a man as there was in France.

The delicacy and refinement of his bearing and appearance did not connote weakness either, as she could testify.
The young woman owed her life and honor to the young soldier.