When these determinations were made, her features resumed their usual serenity, her beautiful head rose in its old pride of carriage, and something very like a saucy laugh fluttered over her lips.
"I am sorry I offended old Batoche," she murmured, folding the paper and hiding it in her bosom. "He would have been just my man."
She had scarcely uttered the words when her father entered and said:
"Batoche asks to see you, my dear."
[V.]
[ZULMA AND BATOCHE.]
The old soldier made his appearance at once. He held his cap in his hand, his head was bowed, and he appeared slightly disconcerted.
"You have returned, Batoche," said Zulma, rising and advancing towards him.
"I have returned, mademoiselle."