Imagine then his indignation and despair when a little daughter—­a miserable little girl, as he said—­made her appearance, to prolong his captivity.  For some centuries, he said—­weeks he meant—­he endured, but then came the tidings of Rocroy to drive him wild with impatience, and the report that there were negotiations for peace completed the work.  He made his wife give him her jewels and assist his escape from the window of her chamber; bribed a courier—­who was being sent from M. de Nidemerle to my husband—­to give him his livery and passport and dispatches, and to keep out of sight; and thus passed successfully through Paris, and had, through a course of adventures which he narrated with great spirit, safely reached us.  Even if the rogue of a courier, as he justly called his accomplice, had betrayed him, there was no fear but that he would have time to put himself on the roll of the army, whence a promising young noble volunteer was not likely to be rejected.

My husband insisted that he should write to ask the pardon of his grandfather, and on that condition engaged to introduce him to the Duke and to the lieutenant-colonel of his regiment.  M. de Bellaise then inquired anxiously after the health of our uncle, who, on the death of his wife, had retired to his own estate at Nid de Merle, close to the Chateau d’Aubepine.  Of this the young gentleman could tell little or nothing.

‘Bah!’ he said, adding what he thought was a brilliant new military affirmation, unaware that it was as old as the days of the League.  ‘What know I?  He is, as all old men are, full of complaints.’

Handsome, graceful, courteous, spirited as was this young Chevalier, I could not like him, and I afterwards told my husband that I wondered at his assisting him.

‘My love,’ he said, ’the Chateau d’Aubepine is dull enough to die of.  The poor fellow was eating out his own heart.  He has followed his instinct, and it is the only thing that can save him from worse corruption.’

‘His instinct of selfishness,’ I said.  ’His talk was all of glory, but it was of his own glory, not his duty nor the good of his country.  He seems to me to have absolutely no heart!’

‘Do not be hard on him; remember how he has been brought up.’

‘You were brought up in like manner by two old people.’

’Ah! but they loved me.  Besides, my tutor and his were as different as light and darkness.’

‘And your poor little sister,’ I said.

’She must have won his gratitude by her assistance.  He will have learnt to love her when he returns.  Come, ma mie, you must forgive him.  If you knew what his captivity was, you could not help it.  He was the play-fellow of my boyhood, and if I can help him to the more noble path, my aid must not be wanting, either for his sake or that of my sister.’

How wise and how noble these two years had made my dear husband; how unlike the raw lad I had met at Whitehall!  It was the training in self-discipline that he had given himself for my sake—­yes, and for that of his country and his God.