And Crochard?  I do not know.  Each morning, I read first the news from Paris, searching for L’Invincible in some new incarnation.  I have his letter framed and hanging above my desk, and every day I read it over.  One sentence, especially, is forever running in my head: 

     “I trust that, at some future time, it may be my privilege to be
      again engaged with you—­the result is certain to be most
      interesting.”

And I trust that it may be my privilege, also, to be present at that engagement!