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iers。 Who knows what we may expect！〃 Her infatuation with dress still accompanied her in every moment of her life。
Julio noticed a persistent absent…mindedness about her。 It seemed as though her spirit； abandoning her body； was wandering to far…away places。 Her eyes were looking at him； but she seldom saw him。 She would speak very slowly； as though wishing to weigh every word； fearful of betraying some secret。 This spiritual alienation did not； however； prevent her slipping bodily along the smooth path of custom； although afterwards she would seem to feel a vague remorse。 〃I wonder if it is right to do this！ 。 。 。 Is it not wrong to live like this when so many sorrows are falling on the world？〃 Julio hushed her scruples with：
〃But if we are going to marry as soon as possible！ 。 。 。 If we are already the same as husband and wife！〃
She replied with a gesture of strangeness and dismay。 To marry！ 。 。 。 Ten days ago she had had no other wish。 Now the possibility of marriage was recurring less and less in her thoughts。 Why think about such remote and uncertain events？ More immediate things were occupying her mind。
The farewell to her brother in the station was a scene which had fixed itself ineradicably in her memory。 Upon going to the studio she had planned not to speak about it； foreseeing that she might annoy her lover with this account； but alas； she had only to vow not to mention a thing； to feel an irresistible impulse to talk about it。
She had never suspected that she could love her brother so dearly。 Her former affection for him had been mingled with a silent sentiment of jealousy because her mother had preferred the older child。 Besides； he was the one who had introduced Laurier to his home； the two held diplomas as industrial engineers and had been close friends from their school days。 。 。 。 But upon seeing the boy ready to depart； Marguerite suddenly discovered that this brother； who had always been of secondary interest to her； was now occupying a pre…eminent place in her affections。
〃He was so handsome； so interesting in his lieutenant's uniform！ 。 。 。 He looked like another person。 I will admit to you that I was very proud to walk beside him； leaning on his arm。 People thought that we were married。 Seeing me weep； some poor women tried to console me saying； 'Courage； Madame。 。 。 。 Your man will come back。' He just laughed at hearing these mistakes。 The only thing that was really saddening him was thinking about our mother。〃
They had separated at the door of the station。 The sentries would not let her go any further； so she had handed over his sword that she had wished to carry till the last moment。
〃It is lovely to be a man！〃 she exclaimed enthusiastically。 〃I would love to wear a uniform； to go to war； to be of some real use！〃
She tried not to say more about it； as though she suddenly realized the inopportuneness of her last words。 Perhaps she noticed the scowl on Julio's face。
She was； however； so wrought up by the memory of that farewell that； after a long pause； she was unable to resist the temptation of again putting her thought into words。
At the station entrance； while she was kissing her brother for the last time； she had an encounter； a great surprise。 〃He〃 had approached； also clad as an artillery officer； but alone； having to entrust his valise to a good…natured man from the crowd。
Julio shot her a questioning look。 Who was 〃he〃？ He suspected； but feigned ignorance； as though fearing to learn the truth。
〃Laurier；〃 she replied laconically； 〃my former husband。〃
The lover displayed a cruel irony。 It was a cowardly thing to ridicule this man who had responded to the call of duty。 He recognized his vileness； but a malign and irresistible instinct made him keep on with his sneers in order to discredit the man before Marguerite。 Laurier a soldier！He must cut a pretty figure dressed in uniform！
〃Laurier； the warrior！〃 he continued in a voice so sarcastic and strange that it seemed to be coming from somebody else。 。 。 。 〃Poor creature！〃
She hesitated in her response； not wishing to exasperate Desnoyers any further。 But the truth was uppermost in her mind； and she said simply：
〃No 。 。 。 no； he didn't look so bad。 Quite the contrary。 Perhaps it was the uniform； perhaps it was his sadness at going away alone； completely alone； without a single hand to clasp his。 I didn't recognize him at first。 Seeing my brother； he started toward us； but then when he saw me； he went his own way 。 。 。 Poor man！ I feel sorry for him！〃
Her feminine instinct must have told her that she was talking too much； and she cut her chatter suddenly short。 The same instinct warned her that Julio's countenance was growing more and more saturnine； and his mouth taking a very bitter curve。 She wanted to console him and added：
〃What luck that you are a foreigner and will not have to go to the war！ How horrible it would be for me to lose you！〃 。 。 。
She said it sincerely。 。 。 。 A few moments before she had been envying men； admiring the gallantry with which they were exposing their lives； and now she was trembling before the idea that her lover might have been one of these。
This did not please his amorous egoismto be placed apart from the rest as a delicate and fragile being only fit for feminine adoration。 He preferred to inspire the envy that she had felt on beholding her brother decked out in his warlike accoutrement。 It seemed to him that something was coming between him and Marguerite that would never disappear； that would go on expanding； repelling them in contrary directions 。 。 。 far 。 。 。 very far； even to the point of not recognizing each other when their glances met。
He continued to be conscious of this impalpable obstacle in their following interviews。 Marguerite was extremely affectionate in her speech； and would look at him with moist and loving eyes。 But her caressing hands appeared more like those of a mother than a lover； and her tenderness was accompanied with a certain disinterestedness and extraordinary modesty。 She seemed to prefer remaining obstinately in the studio； declining to go into the other rooms。
〃We are so comfortable here。 。 。 。 I would rather not。 。 。 。 It is not worth while。 I should feel remorse afterwards。 。 。 。 Why think of such things in these anxious times！〃
The world around her seemed saturated with love； but it was a new lovea love for the man who is suffering； desire for abnegation； for sacrifice。 This love called forth visions of white caps； of tremulous hands healing shell…riddled and bleeding flesh。
Every advance on Julio's part but aroused in Marguerite a vehement and modest protest as though they were meeting for the first time。
〃It is impossible；〃 she protested。 〃I keep thinking of my brother； and of so many that I know that may be dying at this very minute。〃
News of battles were beginning to arrive； and blood was beginning to flow in great quantities。
〃No； no； I cannot；〃 she kept repeating。
And when Julio finally triumphed； he found that her thoughts were still following independently the same line of mental stress。
One afternoon； Marguerite announced that henceforth s