at the door.

"What is it?" said Josephine, earnestly.

"Have you courage?" was Rose's reply.

"He is dead?" said Josephine, turning pale as ashes.

"No, no;" said Rose hastily; "he is alive. But you will need all your
courage."

"Since he lives I fear nothing," said Josephine; and stood there and
quivered from head to foot. Rose, with pitying looks, took her by the
hand and drew her in silence towards the kitchen.

Josephine yielded a mute submission at first; but at the very door hung
back and faltered, "He loves another; he is married: let me go." Rose
made no reply, but left her there and went into the kitchen and found
two dragoons seated round a bottle of wine. They rose and saluted her.

"Be seated, my brave men," said she; "only please tell me what you told
Jacintha about Captain Dujardin."

"Don't stain your mouth with the captain, my little lady. He is a
traitor."

"How do you know?"

"Marcellus! mademoiselle asks us how we know Captain Dujardin to be a
traitor. Speak."