alarm he saw that it actually was as they had said—his hair was quite grizzled.
He sank into a reverie; at last he said to himself, "I will go to the colonel, tell him all, and declare that I will read no more prayers. He must send me back at once to Kieff." With this intention he turned towards the door-steps of the colonel's house.
The colonel was sitting motionless in his room; his face displayed the same hopeless grief which Thomas had observed on it on his first arrival, only the hollows in his cheeks had deepened. It was obvious that he took very little or no food. A strange paleness made him look almost as though made of marble.
"Good day," he said as he observed Thomas standing, cap in hand, at the door. "Well, how are you getting on? All right?"
"Yes, sir, all right! Such hellish things are going on, that one would like to rush away as far as one's feet can carry one."
"How so?"
"Your daughter, sir… When one considers the matter, she is, of course, of noble descent—no one can dispute that; but don't be angry, and may God grant her eternal rest!"
"Very well! What about her?"
"She is in league with the devil. She inspires one with such dread that all prayers are useless."
