"May I know the result?" he asked, laughingly.
"To-morrow. There is a brook-lily on the border of the sedge-grass. You may bring it to me."
So began the education of Jack Marche—under the yoke. And Lorraine's education began, too—but she was sublimely unconscious of that fact.
This also is a law in the world.
CHAPTER IX
SAARBRÜCK
On the first day of August, late in the afternoon, a peasant driving an exhausted horse pulled up at the Château Morteyn, where Jack Marche stood on the terrace, smoking and cutting at leaves with his riding-crop.
"What's the matter, Passerat?" asked Jack, good-humouredly; "are the Prussians in the valley?"
"You are right, Monsieur Marche—the Prussians have crossed the Saar!" blurted out the man. His face was agitated, and he wiped the sweat from his cheeks with the sleeve of his blouse.
"Nonsense!" said Jack, sharply.