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〃It would be the drollest thing you ever did； all things considered；〃 said the other coolly； but bitterly。
The governor looked for the book he had lately consulted； found the page； handed it to the rusty officer； and watched him keenly： the blood rushed all over his face； and his lip trembled； but his eye dwelt stern yet sorrowful on the governor。
〃I have read your book； now read mine。〃 He drew off his coat and showed his wrists and arms； blue and waled。 〃Can you read that； sir？〃
〃No。〃
〃All the better for you： Spanish fetters； general。〃 He showed a white scar on his shoulder。 〃Can you read that？ This is what I cut out of it；〃 and he handed the governor a little round stone as big and almost as regular as a musket…ball。
〃Humph！ that could hardly have been fired from a French musket。〃
〃Can you read this？〃 and he showed him a long cicatrix on his other arm。
〃Knife I think；〃 said the governor。
〃You are right； sir： Spanish knife。 Can you read this？〃 and opening his bosom he showed a raw wound on his breast。
〃Oh； the devil！〃 cried the governor。
The wounded man put his rusty coat on again； and stood erect； and haughty； and silent。
The general eyed him； and saw his great spirit shining through this man。 The more he looked the less could the scarecrow veil the hero from his practised eye。 He said there must be some mistake； or else he was in his dotage； after a moment's hesitation； he added； 〃Be seated； if you please； and tell me what you have been doing all these years。〃
〃Suffering。〃
〃Not all the time； I suppose。〃
〃Without intermission。〃
〃But what？ suffering what？〃
〃Cold； hunger； darkness； wounds； solitude； sickness； despair； prison； all that man can suffer。〃
〃Impossible！ a man would be dead at that rate before this。〃
〃I should have died a dozen deaths but for one thing； I had promised her to live。〃
There was a pause。 Then the old soldier said gravely； but more kindly； to the young one； 〃Tell me the facts； captain〃 （the first time he had acknowledged his visitor's military rank）。
An hour had scarce elapsed since the rusty figure was stopped by the sentinels at the gate； when two glittering officers passed out under the same archway； followed by a servant carrying a furred cloak。 The sentinels presented arms。 The elder of these officers was the governor： the younger was the late scarecrow； in a brand…new uniform belonging to the governor's son。 He shone out now in his true light； the beau ideal of a patrician soldier； one would have said he had been born with a sword by his side and drilled by nature； so straight and smart； yet easy he was in every movement。 He was like a falcon； eye and all； only； as it were； down at the bottom of the hawk's eye lay a dove's eye。 That compound and varying eye seemed to say； I can love； I can fight： I can fight； I can love； as few of you can do either。
The old man was trying to persuade him to stay at Bayonne； until his wound should be cured。
〃No； general； I have other wounds to cure of longer standing than this one。〃
〃Well； promise me to lay up at Paris。〃
〃General； I shall stay an hour at Paris。〃
〃An hour in Paris！ Well； at least call at the War Office and present this letter。〃
That same afternoon； wrapped in the governor's furred cloak； the young officer lay at his full length in the coupe of the diligence； the whole of which the governor had peremptorily demanded for him； and rolled day and night towards Paris。
He reached it worn with fatigue and fevered by his wound； but his spirit as indomitable as ever。 He went to the War Office with the governor's letter。 It seemed to create some little sensation； one functionary came and said a polite word to him； then another。 At last to his infinite surprise the minister himself sent down word he wished to see him； the minister put several questions to him； and seemed interested in him and touched by his relation。
〃I think； captain； I shall have to send to you： where do you stay in Paris？〃
〃Nowhere； monsieur； I leave Paris as soon as I can find an easy… going horse。〃
〃But General Bretaux tells me you are wounded。〃
〃Not dangerously。〃
〃Pardon me； captain； but is this prudent？ is it just to yourself and your friends？〃
〃Yes； I owe it to those who perhaps think me dead。〃
〃You can write to them。〃
〃I grudge so great； so sacred a joy to a letter。 No！ after all I have suffered I claim to be the one to tell her I have kept my word： I promised to live； and I live。〃
〃HER？ then I say no more； only tell me what road you take。〃
〃The road to Brittany。〃
As the young officer was walking his horse by the roadside about a league and a half from Paris； he heard a clatter behind him； and up galloped an aide…de…camp and drew up alongside； bringing his horse nearly on his haunches。
He handed him a large packet sealed with the arms of France。 The other tore it open； and there was his brevet as colonel。 His cheek flushed and his eye glittered with joy。 The aide…de…camp next gave him a parcel： 〃Your epaulets； colonel！ We hear you are going into the wilds where epaulets don't grow。 You are to join the army of the Rhine as soon as your wound is well。〃
〃Wherever my country calls me。〃
〃Your address； then； colonel； that we may know where to put our finger on a tried soldier when we want one。〃
〃I am going to Beaurepaire。〃
〃Beaurepaire？ I never heard of it。〃
〃You never heard of Beaurepaire？ it is in Brittany； forty…five leagues from Paris； forty…three leagues and a half from here。〃
〃Good！ Health and honor to you； colonel。〃
〃The same to you； lieutenant； or a soldier's death。〃
The new colonel read the precious document across his horse's mane； and then he was going to put one of the epaulets on his right shoulder； bare at present： but he reflected。
〃No； she should make him a colonel with her own dear hand。 He put them in his pocket。 He would not even look at them till she had seen them。 Oh； how happy he was not only to come back to her alive； but to come back to her honored。〃
His wound smarted； his limbs ached； but no pain past or present could lay hold of his mind。 In his great joy he remembered past suffering and felt present painyet smiled。 Only every now and then he pined for wings to shorten the weary road。
He was walking his horse quietly； drooping a little over his saddle； when another officer well mounted came after him and passed him at a hand gallop with one hasty glance at his uniform； and went tearing on like one riding for his life。
〃Don't I know that face？〃 said Dujardin。
He cudgelled his memory； and at last he remembered it was the face of an old comrade。 At least it strongly reminded him of one Jean Raynal who had saved his life in the Arno； when they were lieutenants together。
Yes； it was certainly Raynal； only bronzed by service in some hot country。
〃Ah！〃 thought Camille； 〃I suppose I am more changed than he is； for he certainly did not recognize me at all。 Now I wonder what that fellow has been doing all this time。 What a hurry he was in！ a moment more and I should have hailed him。 Perhaps I may fall in with him at the next town。〃
He touched his horse with the spur； and cantered gen