"Yes, though 'tis a dreary place to live in after gay France. I long to go back."
"They are to build a new fort. My father will work on it, and my brother, Pierre. And he wonders that you do not come oftener, Rose."
"There has not been a moonlight in a long while. I cannot come in the dark. And now he wants his own way in all the plans and I like mine. He has grown so big he is not amusing any more."
"But he likes you just as well," the girl said naïvely.
Eustache glanced. Rose did not change color at this frank admission.
Then the gun boomed out to announce the day's work for the government was over.
Rose sprang up. "It will soon be supper time," she said.
"Stay and have it with us. There are some cold roasted pigeons, with spiced gravy turned over them. You shall have a whole one."
"You are very good, Marie, but there are so many men about who have been drinking too much, that M. Destournier would read me a long lecture."
"But Pierre would walk up with thee."