That was not a soldier-like trick, you will say.

I confess it." "It matters little, sir, and you heard nothing I blush for." "No! by St.Denis; quite the contrary.

Well, to the point.

Young lady, you love your mother." "What has she on earth now but her children's love ?" "Now look here, young lady, I had a mother; I loved her in my humdrum way very dearly.

She promised me faithfully not to die till I should be a colonel; and she went and died before I was a commandant, even; just before, too." "Then I pity you," murmured Josephine; and her soft purple eye began to dwell on him with less repugnance.
"Thank you for that word, my good young lady," said Raynal.