"What is it?" asked Rose.
"Some one in uniform."
"Oh, is that all? Ah! you thought it was a message from Raynal."
"Oh! no! on foot--walking very slowly. Coming this way, too. Coming
this way!" and she became singularly restless, and looked round in the
carriage. It was one of those old chariots with no side windows, but
a peep hole at the back. This aperture, however, had a flap over it.
Josephine undid the flap with nimble though agitated fingers; and
saw--nothing. The road had taken a turn. "Oh," said Rose, carelessly,
"for that matter the roads are full of soldiers just now."
"Ay, but not of officers on foot."
Rose gave her such a look, and for the first time this many a day spoke
sternly to her, and asked her what on earth she had to do with uniforms
or officers except one, the noblest in the world, her husband.
A month ago that word was almost indifferent to Josephine, or rather she
uttered it with a sort of mild complacency. Now she started at it, and
it struck chill upon her. She did not reply, however, and the carriage
rolled on.
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