"Hope—dearest? What need have we of hope?"
She made no answer, only her hand tightened within his, as the evening wind blew softly from the west.
Book III
THE POST
CHAPTER I
From Metz
"Good-morning, Belle-Isle! Is it good-morning? What news from the royal apartments?"
"None."
"None! Ah! Then madame—"
"Is still on guard; sees none but her own servants, and—"
"Richelieu, of course. Then it is unchanged."