As he lost himself in these reflections, and leaning over the parapet of the bridge, enjoyed a melancholy pleasure in gazing on the dark still water, he heard the measured tread of a little troop, like that of a patrol. Maurice turned round; it was a company of the National Guard, arrived by the other extremity, and in the obscurity he fancied he recognized Lorin. It was he, indeed. The instant he saw his friend Maurice he ran toward him with open arms.
"Found at last," cried Lorin. "Faith, it is not without some trouble that we have rejoined you.
"'But since I find a friend so fond,
My fate assumes an aspect new.'
This time you will not complain, I hope, for I have given you Racine instead of Lorin."
"But what do you do here as patrol?" inquired Maurice, anxiously.
"I am the chief of the expedition, old fellow; the business is to establish our blemished reputation upon its original footing." Then turning toward his company, "Carry arms! Present arms! Shoulder arms!"
"There, my lads, it is not yet sufficiently dark, so you can talk over your little affairs while we follow your example." Then turning to Maurice, "I have heard great news at the section to-day," continued Lorin.
"What!"
"First, that you and I are beginning to be suspected."