She could have cried for a long time with his arms around her.
But he said, "You must not let them find you like this, you know; they might think you were afraid."
They came, very shortly after.
There was a galloping of hoofs into the château courts, and a shouting.
Then came the mass of them, surging into the court, greenish-yellow, with their loud, snarling voices.
Claire saw them from the windows over the court; Rémy had gone down to meet them.
She came down to the great central hall, not afraid any more. She had dressed carefully, and arranged her hair specially well. Tall and fine, she came slowly down the curving staircase, and stopped half-way to look on what was passing below.
The German officers seemed to her to be all gigantic creatures; Rémy looked more than ever small and frail among them. They were commanding, this way and that, roughly. Rémy stood silent, watching them. His look was so high and cool, so proud in the bitterness of the moment, that she drew herself up with pride in him.
The colonel was speaking with him, and moved toward the door of the Salle des Miroirs. Rémy stepped before him. "Not there," he said, "two men are dying in that room."