"And not take me to the camp?"
"Not if safer shelter can be found."
"Even if I tell you who I am?" she continued, with a proud smile.
"Yes; but who——"
"I am the daughter of a French soldier."
"Thus you have an additional claim on my honour, madam."
"Mademoiselle—I am unmarried," she urged, with the faintest approach to coquetry in her dark eyes.
"And the daughter of a soldier, say you?"
"Le Maréchal Duc de Broglie."
"Who now commands in Germany?" I continued, with growing interest.