For my part I remained in thought for some time, wondering what plan she
could have in her head by which she hoped to get upon the track of
Toussac. A woman's wit, spurred by the danger of her lover, might
perhaps succeed where Fouche and Savary had failed. When at last I
turned my horse I found my young hussar still staring after the distant
rider.
'My faith! There is the woman for you, Etienne!' he kept repeating.
'What an eye! What a smile! What a rider! And she is not afraid of
the Emperor. Oh, Etienne, here is the woman who is worthy of you!'
These were the little sentences which he kept muttering to himself until
she vanished over the hill, when he became conscious at last of my
presence.
'You are mademoiselle's cousin?' he asked. 'You are joined with me in
doing something for her. I do not yet know what it is, but I am
perfectly ready to do it.'
'It is to capture Toussac.'
'Excellent!'
'In order to save the life of her lover.'
There was a struggle in the face of the young hussar, but his more
generous nature won.
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