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They exchanged many tender embraces; then, Richard, addressing his sister-in-law, said, laughingly: "Well, when is the wedding to be?" "What wedding?" "Yours." "My wedding?" "Yes, certainly." "And to whom am I about to be married?" "To Monsieur Jean Reynaud." "Ah! Susie has written to you?" "Susie? Not at all. Susie has not said a word. It is you, Bettina, who have written to me.
That evening the village was ours, and the next day they placed in the cemetery of Villersexel the body of Dr. Reynaud. Two months later the Abbe Constantin took back to Longueval the coffin of his friend, and behind the coffin, when it was carried from the church, walked an orphan. Jean had also lost his mother.
And as for Lieutenant Reynaud, the vision of their fresh and charming faces was with him all through the military manoeuvres in which he was now engaged. But as both of them were equally charming in his mind, he concluded he could not have fallen in love, or he would have known which he admired the more.
The two sisters, the Cure, and Jean left the house. To go to the church they were obliged to cross the churchyard. The evening was delicious. Slowly, silently, under the rays of the setting sun, the four walked down a long avenue. On their way was the monument to Dr. Reynaud, very simple, but which, by its fine proportions, showed distinctly among the other tombs. Mrs.
The two sisters, the Cure, and Jean left the house. To go to the church they were obliged to cross the churchyard. The evening was delicious. Slowly, silently, under the rays of the setting sun, the four walked down a long avenue. On their way was the monument to Dr. Reynaud, very simple, but which, by its fine proportions, showed distinctly among the other tombs. Mrs.
Thus Jean Reynaud, lieutenant in the ninth regiment of artillery, came in the month of October, 1880, to take possession of the house that had been his father's; thus he found himself once more in the place where his childhood had passed, and where every one had kept green the memory of the life and death of his father; thus the Abbe Constantin was not denied the happiness of once again having near him the son of his old friend, and, if the truth must be told, he no longer wished that Jean had become a doctor.
"Yes; and that is why I am so happy. With me it is a fixed idea that I must adore the man who will be my husband. Well! I don't say that I adore Jean, no, not yet; but still it is beginning, Susie, and it is beginning so sweetly." "Bettina, it really makes me uneasy to see you in this state of excitement. I do not deny that Monsieur Reynaud is much attached to you "
There was a short moment of trouble and hesitation. "Forward! forward!" shouted the officers. The men passed over the body of their comrade, and under a hail of bullets entered the town. Dr. Reynaud and the Abbe Constantin marched with the troops; they stopped by the wounded man; the blood was rushing in floods from his mouth. "There is nothing to be done," said the doctor.
"Richard, Susie has told you about Monsieur Reynaud." "Yes, and she has told me that there is no man of whom she has a higher opinion, but " "But she has told you that for me it would be a rather quiet, rather commonplace marriage. Oh, naughty sister! Will you believe it, Richard, that I can not get this fear out of her head?
I can not remember your name, and yet we seem to be already old friends, Monsieur " "Jean Reynaud." "Jean Reynaud, that is it. How do you do, Monsieur Reynaud? I warn you faithfully that when we really are old friends that is to say, in about a week I shall call you Monsieur Jean. It is a pretty name, Jean." Up to the moment when Bettina appeared Jean had said to himself: "Mrs.
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