think of me, too, whom you would leave to loneliness? of
me, who have nothing now in all the wide world save you?"

Their tears flowed and were mingled. They held each other in a wild
tumultuous embrace, with that fond affection which, in twins, often
seems as if it antedated existence. But for all that his exaltation did
not subside, but assumed a higher pitch.

"I tell you I must go. Should I not go I feel I should die of grief and
shame. You can have no idea how my blood boils and seethes in my veins
at the thought of remaining here in idleness. I tell you that this
business is not going to end thus, that we must be avenged. On whom, on
what? Ah! that I cannot tell; but avenged we must and shall be for such
misfortune, in order that we may yet have courage to live on!"

Doctor Dalichamp, who had been watching the scene with intense interest,
cautioned Henriette by signal to make no reply. Maurice would doubtless
be more rational after he should have slept; and sleep he did, all that
day and all the succeeding night, for more than twenty hours, and never
stirred hand or foot. When he awoke next morning, however, he was
as inflexible as ever in his determination to go away. The fever had
subsided; he was gloomy and restless, in haste to withdraw himself from
influences that he feared might weaken his patriotic fervor. His sister,
with many tears, made up her mind that he must be allowed to have his
way, and Doctor Dalichamp, when he came to make his morning visit,
promised to do what he could to facilitate the young man's escape by
turning over to him the papers of a hospital attendant who had died
recently at Raucourt. It was arranged that Maurice should don the gray
blouse with the red cross of Geneva on its sleeve and pass through
Belgium, thence to make his way as best he might to Paris, access to
which was as yet uninterrupted.

He did not leave the house that day, keeping himself out of sight and
waiting for night to come. He scarcely opened his mouth, although he did
make an attempt to enlist the new farm-hand in his enterprise.

"Say, Prosper, don't you feel as if you would like to go back and have
one more look at the Prussians?"

The ex-chasseur d'Afrique, who was eating a cheese sandwich, stopped and
held his knife suspended in the air.

"It don't strike me that it is worth while, from what we were allowed
to see of them before. Why should you wish me to go back there, when the
only use our generals c