She came to the door at last, and there he was marching backwards and forwards, upright and stiff.

She gave a faint scream and drew back with a shudder at the sight of their persecutor.

She even felt faintish at him, as women will in such cases.
Not being very quick at interpreting emotion, Raynal noticed her alarm, but not her repugnance; he saluted her with military precision by touching his cap as only a soldier can, and said rather gently for him, "A word with you, mademoiselle." She replied only by trembling.
"Don't be frightened," said Raynal, in a tone not very reassuring.

"I propose an armistice." "I am at your disposal, sir," said Josephine, now assuming a calmness that was belied by the long swell of her heaving bosom.
"Of course you look on me as an enemy." "How can I do otherwise, sir?
yet perhaps I ought not.

You did not know us.