Why, he told us so himself." "He told you true," said Camille, sullenly.

"The bullet grazed my hand; see, here is the mark.

Look!" She did look, and gave a little scream; but recovering herself, said she wished it had gone through his heart.
"Why prolong this painful interview ?" said she; "the soldier told us all." "I doubt that," said Camille.

"Did he tell you that under the table I was chained tight down to the chair I sat in?
Did he tell you that my hand was fastened to a drinking-horn, and my elbow to the table, and two fellows sitting opposite me with pistols quietly covering me, ready to draw the trigger if I should utter a cry?
Did he tell you that I would have uttered that cry and died at that table but for one thing, I had promised her to live ?" "Not he; he told me nothing so incredible.

Besides, what became of you all these years?
You are a double traitor, to your country and to her." Camille literally gasped for breath.