"Farewell, my boy," Andrew replied, "yet courage, courage, we must meet again. Turenne has driven back Montecuculi and all the German brood; ere I reach him the war will be over. Then I, too, will come to Paris. Also I will bring you news of Clemence, tell you if she is at peace in her new home in the abbey. See, lad, your dragoons mount the hill--after them and away. Adieu--till next we meet."
"Farewell, Andrew, my friend."
"Farewell. God bless and speed you."
FOOTNOTES
[Footnote 1]: It is an historical fact.