"No," said Jean; "it is necessary that you should know--you and one other to whom I will tell it. I shall not do my military service here." "Where will you do it?" "In France." "How can you say that? Are you serious?" "As serious as it is possible to be." "And you go away at once?" "No; after I have joined the corps." M. Ulrich lifted his hands: "But you are mad. It will be the most difficult and most dangerous thing to do. You are mad!" He began to walk up and down the room--from the window to the wall. His emotion found vent in emphatic gestures, but he took care to speak gently for fear of being heard by the people of the house. "Why after? For, after all, that is the first thing that comes into my mind in face of such an idea, and why?" "I had intended to go away before joining the regiment," said the young man quietly. "But mamma guessed at something. She made me swear that I would join. So I shall join. Do not try to dissuade me. It is unreasonable, but I promised." M. Ulrich shrugged his shoulders. "Yes; the question of time is a serious point, but it is not only that. The serious thing is the resolution. Who made you take it? Is it because your grandfather called out 'Go away!' that you have decided to go?" "No; he thought as I think, that is all." "Is it the refusal of my friend Bastian which decided you?" "Not more than the other. If he had said yes I should have had to tell him what I have told you this evening--I will live neither in Germany nor in Alsace." "Then your sister's marriage?" "Yes; that blow alone would have been enough to drive me away. What would my life be like at Alsheim now? Have you thought about that?" "Be careful, Jean. You forsake your post as an Alsatian!" "No; I can do nothing for Alsace! I could never gain the confidence of Alsatians now: with my father compromised, and my sister married to a Prussian." "They will say you deserted!" "Let them come to tell me so then, when I shall be serving with my regiment in France!" "And your mother--you are going to leave your mother alone here?" "That is the great objection, after all, the only great one, for the present, but my mother cannot ask me to let my life be sacrificed and made useless as hers has been. Her next feeling later on will be one of approval, because I have freed myself from the intolerable yoke which has lain so heavily on her. Yes, she will forgive me. And then----" Jean pointed to the jagged green mountains. "And then, there is dear France, as you say. It is she who attracts me. It is she who spoke to me first!" "You child!" cried M. Ulrich. He placed himself before the young man, who remained seated, and who was almost smiling. "A nation must be fine indeed who, after thirty years, can evoke such a love as yours! Where are the people one would regret in the same way? Oh! blessed race which speaks again in you!" He stopped a moment.