"Come, dreamers," said the former, as they pulled up beside us. "A cold dinner is the worst enemy of happiness."
"And he is the worst robber that shortens the hour of love," said the marquis, smiling.
We turned, following them at a swift gallop. They had helped me out of that mire of ecstasy, and now I was glad, for, on my soul, I believed the fair girl had found one more to her liking, and was only playing for my scalp. And at last I had begun to know my own heart, or thought I had.
D'ri came over that evening with a letter from General Brown. He desired me to report for duty next day at two.
"War—it is forever war," said Thérèse, when I told her at dinner. "There is to be a coaching-party to-morrow, and we shall miss you, captain."
"Can you not soon return?" said the baroness.
"I fear not," was my answer. "It is to be a long campaign."
"Oh, the war! When will it ever end?" said Louise, sighing.
