“Why should they be, Brandon?”
“Because we march to-day.”
Something of the strange circumstance of their association came in that moment to both of them. For the first time she read a suspicion of the whole truth in the look he turned upon her, but she would not think of it nor debate it in her mind lest that should be in itself a dishonour. After all, he was her husband’s friend. She would trust her life to him, and Edmond would applaud her confidence.
“I will go to Strasburg now,” she said quickly. “If only I can hear of Edmond there!”
“If that is all,” he said, “I will bring you the news myself.”
She laughed.
“They would shoot you for a spy,” she said.