"May God help us! Did you notice the manner in which Joan looked at the sergeant? Oh, if she ever fell in love with a soldier, it would be your duty to drown her with your own hands; or, I swear it, I would sooner strangle her myself."[28] The peasant uttered the words with such an explosion of rage that Joan heard him. She understood the mistake her father had fallen into, and wept. But soon "her voices" whispered to her: "The time has arrived. Without you France and her King are lost--Go, daughter of God!--Save your King--Save France!--The Lord is with you--You are about to enter upon your mission." CHAPTER XV. CAPTAIN ROBERT OF BAUDRICOURT. Robert of Baudricourt, the commander-in-chief of Vaucouleurs, a man in the prime of life, of military bearing and of a face whose harshness was relieved by intelligent and penetrating eyes, was walking in nervous excitement up and down a hall in the castle of the town. Instructed by a recent despatch of the desperate position of Charles VII and the danger Orleans ran from the close siege of the English, the captain walked at a rapid pace, grumbling, blaspheming and shaking the floor under the impatient beat of his spurred heels. Suddenly a leather curtain, that concealed the principal entrance to the hall, was pushed aside and revealed a part of the timid and frightened face of Denis Laxart, Joan's grand uncle. Robert of Baudricourt did not notice the good man; he stamped with his feet on the floor, struck the table a violent blow with his fist near where lay the fatal despatch he had just received, and cried: "Death and fury! It is done for France and the King! All is lost, even honor!" At this exclamation of exasperation, the courage of Denis Laxart failed him; he dared not approach the captain at such a moment, and he reclosed the curtain, behind which, however, he remained standing awaiting a more opportune moment. But the rage of Robert of Baudricourt redoubled. He again stamped on the floor and cried: "Malediction! All is lost--all!" "No, sir! No, all is not lost!" said the good Denis Laxart, resolutely overcoming his fear, but still remaining behind the shelter of the curtain. A second later he pushed his head through the portiere and repeated: "No, sir; all is not lost!" Hearing the timid voice, the captain turned around; he recognized the old man, whom he rather esteemed, and asked in a rough voice: "What are you doing at that door? Walk in--why do you not walk in?" But seeing that Denis hesitated, he added still more gruffly: "The devil take it! Will you come in!" "Here I am, sir--Here I am," said Denis stepping in; "but for the love of God, do not fly off in such a temper; I bring you good news--news--that is unexpected--miraculous news. All is not lost, sir--on the contrary--all is saved. Both King and Gaul!"