In his great joy he remembered past suffering and felt present pain--yet smiled.

Only every now and then he pined for wings to shorten the weary road.
He was walking his horse quietly, drooping a little over his saddle, when another officer well mounted came after him and passed him at a hand gallop with one hasty glance at his uniform, and went tearing on like one riding for his life.
"Don't I know that face ?" said Dujardin.
He cudgelled his memory, and at last he remembered it was the face of an old comrade.

At least it strongly reminded him of one Jean Raynal who had saved his life in the Arno, when they were lieutenants together.
Yes, it was certainly Raynal, only bronzed by service in some hot country.
"Ah!" thought Camille; "I suppose I am more changed than he is; for he certainly did not recognize me at all.

Now I wonder what that fellow has been doing all this time.

What a hurry he was in! a moment more and I should have hailed him.