Perhaps I may fall in with him at the next town." He touched his horse with the spur, and cantered gently on, for trotting shook him more than he could bear.

Even when he cantered he had to press his hand against his bosom, and often with the motion a bitterer pang than usual came and forced the water from his eyes; and then he smiled.
His great love and his high courage made this reply to the body's anguish.

And still his eyes looked straight forward as at some object in the distant horizon, while he came gently on, his hand pressed to his bosom, his head drooping now and then, smiling patiently, upon the road to Beaurepaire.
Oh! if anybody had told him that in five days his Josephine was to be married; and that the bronzed comrade, who had just galloped past him, was to marry her! At Beaurepaire they were making and altering wedding-dresses.

Rose was excited, and even Josephine took a calm interest.

Dress never goes for nothing with her sex.