It was a cheerful breakfast, thanks to Raynal, who would be in high spirits, and would not allow a word of regret from any one.  Madame Raynal sat by his side, looking up at him every now and then with innocent admiration.  A merry wedding breakfast.

But if men and women could see through the walls of houses!

Two doors off sat the wounded colonel alone, recruiting the small remnant of his sore tried strength, that he might struggle on to Beaurepaire, and lose in one moment years of separation, pain, prison, anguish, martyrdom, in one great gush of joy without compare.

The wedding breakfast was ended.  The time was drawing near to part.  There was a silence.  It was broken by Madame Raynal.  She asked Raynal very timidly if he had reflected.  “On what?” said he.

“About taking me to Egypt.”

“No:  I have not given it a thought since I said ‘no.’”

“Yet permit me to say that it is my duty to be by your side, my husband.”  And she colored at this word, being the first time she had ever used it.  Raynal was silent.  She murmured on, “I would not be an encumbrance to you, sir:  I should not be useless.  Gentlemen, I could add more to his comfort than he gives me credit for.”

Warm assent of the mayor and notary to this hint.

“I give you credit for being an angel,” said Raynal warmly.

He hesitated.  Rose was trembling, her fork shaking in her poor little hand.

She cast a piteous glance at him.  He saw it.

“You shall go with me next time,” said he.  “Let us speak of it no more.”

Josephine bowed her head.  “At least give me something to do for you while you are away.  Tell me what I can do for my absent friend to show my gratitude, my regard, my esteem.”

“Well, let me think.  I saw a plain gray dress at Beaurepaire.”

“Yes, monsieur.  My gray silk, Rose.”

“I like that dress.”

“Do you?  Then the moment I reach home after losing you I shall put it on, and it shall be my constant wear.  I see; you are right; gray becomes a wife whose husband is not dead, but is absent, and alas! in hourly danger.”

“Now look at that!” cried Raynal to the company.  “That is her all over:  she can see six meanings where another would see but one.  I never thought of that, I swear.  I like modest colors, that is all.  My mother used to be all for modest wives wearing modest colors.”

“I am of her mind, sir.  Is there nothing more difficult you will be so good as give me to do?”

“No; there is only one order more, and that will be easier still to such a woman as you.  I commit to your care the name of Raynal.  It is not so high a name as yours, but it is as honest.  I am proud of it:  I am jealous of it.  I shall guard it for you in Egypt:  you guard it in France for me.”

“With my life,” cried Josephine, lifting her eyes and her hand to heaven.