"
Let a man be as bold as a lion, a certain awe still waits upon doubt
and mystery; and some of this vague awe crept over Camille Dujardin at
Raynal's mysterious speech, and his grave, quiet, significant manner.
Had he discovered something, and what? For Josephine's sake, more than
his own, Camille was on his guard directly.
Raynal looked at him in silence a moment.
"What?" said he with a slight sneer, "has it never occurred to you
that I MUST have a serious word to say to you? First, let me put you
a question: did they treat you well at my house? at the chateau de
Beaurepaire?"
"Yes," faltered Camille.
"You met, I trust, all the kindness and care due to a wounded soldier
and an officer of merit. It would annoy me greatly if I thought you were
not treated like a brother in my house."
Colonel Dujardin writhed inwardly at this view of matters. He could not
reply in few words. This made him hesitate.
His inquisitor waited, but, receiving no reply, went on, "Well, colonel,
have you shown the sense of gratitude we had a right to look for in
return? In a word, when you left Beaurepaire, had your conscience
nothing to reproach you with?"
Dujardin still hesitated.
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