But the loving heart is ingenious in avoiding its dire misgivings.
"I see," said she; "he told you he would never visit Beaurepaire again.
He was right." Raynal shook his head sorrowfully.
"Ah, Josephine, you are far from the truth.

I was to attack the bastion.
It was mined by the enemy, and he knew it.

He took advantage of my back being turned.

He led his men out of the trenches; he assaulted the bastion at the head of his brigade.

He took it." "Ah, it was noble; it was like him." "The enemy, retiring, blew the bastion into the air, and Dujardin--is dead." "Dead!" said Josephine, in stupefied tones, as if the word conveyed no meaning to her mind, benumbed and stunned by the blow.
"Don't speak so loud," said Raynal; "I hear the poor girl at the door.
Ay, he took my place, and is dead." "Dead!" "Swallowed up in smoke and flames, overwhelmed and crushed under the ruins." Josephine's whole body gave way, and heaved like a tree falling under the axe.