Madame Raynal sat by his side, looking up at him every now and then with innocent admiration.

A merry wedding breakfast.
But if men and women could see through the walls of houses! Two doors off sat the wounded colonel alone, recruiting the small remnant of his sore tried strength, that he might struggle on to Beaurepaire, and lose in one moment years of separation, pain, prison, anguish, martyrdom, in one great gush of joy without compare.
The wedding breakfast was ended.

The time was drawing near to part.
There was a silence.

It was broken by Madame Raynal.

She asked Raynal very timidly if he had reflected.