Going back in the summer starlight, thinking of what had just passed, he overtook another officer of the régiment du Dresnay, also returning from St. Pierre.
"Have you heard," asked the latter, "that the attack is fixed for the night of the fifteenth?"
"But there is a fresh division on its way," objected de Flavigny—"the regiments with the black cockade. D'Hervilly will wait for them, of course."
His companion put his hand on his arm. "Young Sombreuil, who is in command, is senior in the English service to d'Hervilly."
"Well?"
"D'Hervilly will find that he cannot wait for them!"
"I cannot believe that!" exclaimed the Marquis, shocked.
"You will see," said his brother officer.