"Ah, well, Mam'selle," Law's face grew stern, "we are all, men and women, getting our punishment alike. But what has the rebel, Donelle, now done?"
"She will not see Tom Gavot, her husband, as he is! She only sees him as a brave soldier. Instead, he is a man!"
"Ah! Mam'selle Jo, wait until he comes home and needs her. Then she will give him the best she has to give. Is that not enough?"
"No!" Jo exploded. "No! it is not. She ought to give him, poor lad, what she has not in her power to give."
Then they both laughed.
It was full summer when the word came that Tom Gavot had made the supreme sacrifice.
Law brought the official announcement, the bald, hurting fact. He had, on his way past Dan's Place, rescued Pierre before he had begun drinking.
"Come to Mam'selle Morey's," he commanded calmly. "I have news of your boy."
"And he is still brave? It is good news?"
Gavot shuffled on beside Law.