When Lorraine had been asleep for an hour, Jack stole from the room and sought the old general who was in command of the park. He found him on the terrace, smoking and watching the woods through his field-glasses.
"Monsieur," said Jack, "my ward, Mademoiselle de Nesville, is asleep in her chamber. I must go to the forest yonder and try to find her father's body. I dare not leave her alone unless I may confide her to you."
"My son," said the old man, "I accept the charge. Can you give me the next room?"
"The next room is where our little Sister of Mercy died."
"I have journeyed far with death--I am at home in death's chamber," said the old general. He followed Jack to the death-room, accompanied by his aide-de-camp.
"It will do," he said. Then, turning to an aid, "Place a sentry at the next door. When the lady awakes, call me."
"Thank you," said Jack. He lingered a moment and then continued: "If I am shot in the woods--if I don't return--General Chanzy will take charge of Mademoiselle de Nesville, for my uncle's sake. They are sword-brothers."
"I accept the responsibility," said the old general, gravely.
They bowed to each other, and Jack went out and down the stairs to the lawn. For a moment he looked up into the sky, trying to remember where the balloon might have been when Von Steyr's explosive bullet set it on fire. Then he trudged on into the wood-road, buckling his revolver-case under his arm and adjusting the cross-strap of his field-glasses.