"If I thought that my presence at La Frontenay would be of the slightest use to M. de Puisaye or to our cause, I would not hesitate, _ma tante_. But obviously women are _de trop_ in war councils. What can I do save listen in silence? We must all accept blindly whatever our chiefs decide. I am quite prepared to do that; on the other hand, I see no object in my being present at their deliberations." "But why?" ejaculated Madame, with a sigh of impatience. "In heaven's name, why?" "I think that I could be of some use at Courson," replied Fernande firmly. "Sister Mary Ignatius, from the Visitation at Mortain, has promised to come and stay with me for a while. She is wonderfully clever at healing the wounded ... and meseems that we shall have need of her skill." "You could make yourself more useful by organizing your base hospital here." "Courson is more central and...." "And what?" "I could not bear to tend our wounded under the hospitality of M. de Maurel," concluded Fernande very quietly, with an intensity of feeling which caused Madame to exclaim angrily: "You are stupid and childish, Fernande. Your father and I and Laurent have each told you that we look on your present attitude as nothing more than a silly whim. Last year's nonsense is a thing of the past. Ronnay, no doubt, has long forgotten all about it. In any case, it did not influence him in any way, and before he went he ordered Vardenne to attend to my installation at La Frontenay just as if nothing had happened. So why you should harbour so much foolishness in your head I cannot imagine." Fernande made no reply. She turned away with a slightly impatient sigh, but a strange look of tenacity round her delicate mouth made her young face suddenly seem old and set. Laurent de Mortain was sitting in a corner of the room, seemingly absorbed in turning over the pages of a book, and taking no part in the discussion, but now--at Fernande's obvious distress--he threw his book down; then he rose and came up to her. "Do not let my mother worry you, Fernande," he said, as he took her inert hand in his and fondled it timidly. "There is--as you say--no special reason why you should remain at La Frontenay after to-day, and every reason why you should not. It will be almost impossible, I imagine, to avoid unpleasant rencontres in the future." Quite gently but coolly, and with a detached little air, Fernande withdrew her hand, but she threw him a grateful look. "I suppose that there is no doubt that de Maurel has come back?" interposed Madame coldly. "No doubt whatever," replied Laurent. "He arrived at La Vieuville three days ago. The military overseers left La Frontenay yesterday." "Oh, I knew those brutes had gone! The very sight of them in and about La Frontenay made me sick with hatred these past twelve months." "I am not sure that you will find my worthy brother more pleasant to look on."