So that, you see, I do not leave everything to the honesty of my ten most faithful ones." "You have learned wisdom, not a doubt of it," laughed the Deputy.
"In a hard school, Caron," answered the Captain soberly.

"Aye, name of a name, in a monstrous hard school." He turned from the window, and the light of the tapers falling on his face, showed it heavily scored with lines of pain, testifying to the ugly memories which the Deputy's light words had evoked.

Then suddenly he laughed, half-bitterly, half humourously.
"La, la!" said he.

"The thing's past.

Charlot Tardivet the bridegroom of Bellecour and Captain Charlot of Dumouriez' army are different men-very different." He strode back to the table, filled his goblet, and gulped down the wine.