Chapter 28 No.28

In the living-hall the Colonel found Margaret, white as paper, with

purple lips that timidly smiled at him.

"Why ain't you in bed?" the old gentleman demanded, with as great an

affectation of sternness as he could muster. To say the truth, it was

not much; for Colonel Hugonin, for all his blustering optimism, was

sadly shaken now.