Guillaumin continued:
"I came across little Frémont outside."
"Oh!"
"He couldn't tear himself away from his wife."
"What, Frémont married?"
"Yes, rather, six weeks ago."
Just think of that. The idea amused me. He had been the youngest in the platoon, enlisting at the age of eighteen, though he did not look more than sixteen. He was as beardless and fresh as a girl and scared at first by the round oaths in the barrack-room ... and now he was married!
"What's his wife like?"
"Also quite young. They're like two children! She wants to go to F—— with him."