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〃That is true；〃 said Camille。
〃An honest French soldier fired at you。 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。 〃You are a most cruel young lady to insult me so；〃 said he； and scalding tears forced themselves from his eyes。
Rose eyed him with merciless scorn。
He fought manfully against this weakness； with which his wound and his fatigue had something to do； as well as Rose's bitter words； and after a gallant struggle he returned her her haughty stare； and addressed her thus： 〃Mademoiselle； I feel myself blush； but it is for you I blush； not for myself。 This is what BECAME of me。 I went out alone to explore； I fell into an ambuscade； I shot one of the enemy； and pinked another； but my arm being broken by a bullet； and my horse killed under me； the rascals got me。 They took me about； tried to make a decoy of me as I have told you； and ended by throwing me into a dungeon。 They loaded me with chains； too； though the walls were ten feet thick； and the door iron； and bolted and double…bolted outside。 And there for months and years； in spite of wounds； hunger； thirst； and all the tortures those cowards made me suffer； I lived； because； Rose； I had promised some one at that gate there （and he turned suddenly and pointed to it） that I would come back alive。 At last； one night； my jailer came to my cell drunk。 I seized him by the throat and throttled him till he was insensible； his keys unlocked my fetters； and locked him in the cell； and I got safely outside。 But there a sentinel saw me； and fired at me。 He missed me but ran after me； and caught me。 You see I was stiff； confined so long。 He gave me a thrust of his bayonet； I flung my heavy keys fiercely in his face； he staggered； I wrested his piece from him； and disabled him。〃
〃Ah！〃
〃I crossed the frontier in the night； and got to Bayonne； and thence； day and night； to Paris。 There I met a reward for all my anguish。 They gave me the epaulets of a colonel。 See； here they are。 France does not give these to traitors； young lady。〃 He held them out to her in both hands。 She eyed them half stupidly； all her thoughts were on the oak…tree hard by。 She began to shudder。 Camille was telling the truth。 She felt that； she saw it； and Josephine was hearing it。 〃Ay！ look at them； you naughty girl；〃 said Camille； trying to be jocose over it all with his poor trembling lip。 He went on to say that from the moment he had left dark Spain； and entered fair France everybody was so kind； so sympathizing。 〃They felt for the poor worn soldier coming back to his love。 All but you； Rose。 You told me I was a traitor to her and to France。〃
〃I was told so；〃 said Rose； faintly。 She was almost at her wits' end what to say or do。
〃Well； are you sorry or not sorry for saying such a cruel thing to a poor fellow？〃
〃Sorry； very sorry；〃 whispered Rose。 She could not persist in injustice； yet she did not want Josephine to hear。
〃Then say no more about it； there's my hand。 You are not a soldier； and did not know what you were talking about。〃
〃I am very sorry I spoke so harshly to you。 But you understand。 How you look； how you pant。〃
〃There； I will show you I forgive you。 These epaulets； dear； I have never put them on。 I said； no； Josephine shall put them on for me。 I will take honor as well as happiness from her dear hand。 But you are her sister； and what are epaulets compared with what she will give me？ You shall put them on； dear。 Come； then you will be sure I bear no malice。〃
Rose； faint at heart； consented in silence； and fastened on the epaulets。 〃Yes； Camille！〃 she cried； with sudden terror； 〃think of glory； now； nothing but glory。〃
〃No one thinks of it more。 But to…day how can I think of it； how can I give her a rival？ To…day I am all love。 Rose； no man ever loved a human creature as I love Josephine。 Your mother is well； dear？ All are well at Beaurepaire？ Oh； where is she all this time？ in the house？〃 He was moving quickly towards the house； but Rose instinctively put out her hand to stop him。 He recoiled a little and winced。
〃What is the matter？〃 cried she。
〃Nothing； dear girl； you put your hand on my wound； that is all。 What is that noise in the tree？ Anybody listening to us？〃
〃I'll see；〃 said Rose； with all a woman's wit； and whipped hastily round to hinder Camille from going。 She found Josephine white as death； apparently fainting； and clutching at the tree convulsively with her nails。 Such was the intensity of the situation that she left her beloved sister in that piteous state； and even hoped she would faint dead away； and so hear no more。 She came back white； and told Camille it was only a bird got into the tree。 〃And to think you should be wounded；〃 said she； to divert his attention from the tree。
〃Yes；〃 said he； 〃and it is rather inflamed； and has worried me all the way。 You need not go telling Josephine； though。 They wanted me to stop and lay up at Bayonne。 How could I？ And again at Paris。 How could I？ They said； 'You will die。''Not before I get to Beaurepaire；' said I。 I could bear the motion of a horse no longer； so at the nearest town I asked for a carriage。 Would you believe it？ both his carriages were OUT AT A WEDDING。 I could not wait till they came back。 I had waited an eternity。 I came on foot。 I dragged my self along； the body was weak； but the heart was strong。 A little way from here my wound seemed inclined to open。 I pressed it together tight with my hand； you see I could not afford to lose any more blood； and so struggled on。 'Die？' said I； 'not before Beaurepaire。' And； O Rose！ now I could be content to dieat her feet； for I am happy。 Oh！ I am happy beyond words to utter。 What I have gone through！ But I kept my word； and this is Beaurepaire。 Hurrah！〃 and his pale cheek flushed； and his eye gleamed； and he waved his hat feebly over his head； 〃hurrah！ hurrah！ hurrah！〃
〃Oh； don't！don't！don't！〃 cried Rose wild with pity and dismay。
〃How can I help？I am mad with joyhurrah！ hurrah！ hurrah！〃
〃No！ no！ no！ no！ no！〃
〃What is the matter？〃
〃And must I stab you worse than all your enemies have stabbed you？〃 sighed Rose； and tears of womanly pity now streamed down her cheeks。
Camille's mind began to misgive him。 What was become of Josephine？ she did not appear。 He fa