"Picard the notary brought us the Moniteur, and there was Commandant Raynal among the killed in a cavalry skirmish." With this, he took the journal from his pocket, and Camille read it, with awe-struck, and other feelings he would have been sorry to see analyzed.

He said not a word; and lowered his eyes to the ground.
"And now," said Aubertin, "you will excuse me.

I must go to my poor friend the baroness.

She had a mother's love for him who is no more: well she might." Aubertin went away, and left Dujardin standing there like a statue, his eyes still glued to the ground at his feet.
The doctor was no sooner out of sight, than Camille raised his eyes furtively, like a guilty person, and looked irresolutely this way and that: at last he turned and went back to the place where he had meditated suicide and murder; looked down at it a long while, then looked up to heaven--then fell suddenly on his knees: and so remained till night-fall.

Then he came back to the chateau.
He whispered to himself, "And I am afraid it is too late to go away to-night." He went softly into the saloon.