“What? have you anything else to say to me, then?”
“I have.”
“Is it important? for my own duties will soon demand me.”
“It is so important that, command or no command, I should have come further than the Rhine to say it to you.”
Let a man be as bold as a lion, a certain awe still waits upon doubt and mystery; and some of this vague awe crept over Camille Dujardin at Raynal’s mysterious speech, and his grave, quiet, significant manner.
Had he discovered something, and what? For Josephine’s sake, more than his own, Camille was on his guard directly.
Raynal looked at him in silence a moment.
“What?” said he with a slight sneer, “has it never occurred to you that I MUST have a serious word to say to you? First, let me put you a question: did they treat you well at my house? at the chateau de Beaurepaire?”
“Yes,” faltered Camille.
“You met, I trust, all the kindness and care due to a wounded soldier and an officer of merit. It would annoy me greatly if I thought you were not treated like a brother in my house.”