braced myself up
into a strange strength of endurance to go through I knew not what.

The blacksmith's forge was in a shed beside the house, and fronting the
road. I heard the hammers stop plying their continual rhythmical beat.
She had seen why they ceased. A rider had come up to the forge and
dismounted, leading his horse in to be re-shod. The broad red light of
the forge-fire had revealed the face of the rider to Amante, and she
apprehended the consequence that really ensued.

The rider, after some words with the blacksmith, was ushered in by him
into the house-place where we sat.

"Here, good wife, a cup of wine and some galette for this gentleman."

"Anything, anything, madame, that I can eat and drink in my hand while
my horse is being shod. I am in haste, and must get on to Forbach
to-night."

The blacksmith's wife lighted her lamp; Amante had asked her for it five
minutes before. How thankful we were that she had not more speedily
complied with our request! As it was, we sat in dusk shadow, pretending
to stitch away, but scarcely able to see. The lamp was placed on the
stove, near which my husband, for it was he, stood and warmed himself.
By-and-by he turned round, and looked all over the room, taking us in
with about the same degree of interest as the inanimate furniture.
Amante, cross-legged, fronting him, stooped over her work, whistling
softly all the while. He turned again to the stove, impatiently rubbing
his hands. He had finished his wine and galette, and wanted to be off.

"I am in haste, my good woman. Ask thy husband to get on more quickly. I
will pay him double if he makes haste."

The woman went out to do his bidding; and he once more turned round to
face us. Amante went on to the second part of the tune. He took it up,
whistled a second for an instant or so, and then the blacksmith's wife
re-entering, he moved towards her, as if to receive her answer the more
speedily.

"One moment, monsieur--only one moment. There was a nail out of the
off-foreshoe which my husband is replacing; it would delay monsieur
again if that shoe also came off."

"Madame is right," said he, "but my haste is urgent. If madame knew
my reasons, she would pardon my impatience. Once a happy husband, now
a deserted and betrayed man, I pursue a wife on whom I lavished all
my love, but who has abused my confidence, and fled from my house,
doubtless to some paramour; carrying off with her all the jewels and
money on whic