"I've
come to the conclusion that nothing can ever trap your brother. Besides
courage and skill he has luck. The stars always shine for him."
"They're not shining tonight," said Picard, looking up at the dusky sky.
"But I believe, Mr. Scott, that you are right," said Julie.
"He'll certainly come to us at Menouville tomorrow night," said John,
speaking in English--all the conversation hitherto had been in French,
"and I think we'll have a pleasant ride through the forest in the
morning, Miss Lannes. You'll let me call you Miss Lannes, once or twice,
in my language, won't you? I like to hear the sound of it."
"I've no objection, Mr. Scott," she replied also in English. She did not
blush, but looked directly at him with bright eyes. John was conscious
of something cool and strong. She was very young, she was French, and
she had lived a sheltered life, but he realized once more that human
beings are the same everywhere and that war, the leveler, had broken
down all barriers.
"I've not heard who is to be our commander, Miss Lannes," he continued
in English, "but I'll be here early in the morning. May I wish you happy
dreams and a pleasant awakening, as they say at home?"
"But you have two homes now, France and America."
"That's so, and I'm beginning to love one as much as the other. Any
way, to the re-seeing, Miss Lannes, which I believe is equivalent to _au
revoir_."
He made a very fine bow, one that would have done credit to a trained
old courtier, and withdrew.
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