whispered
in the
girl's
ear."You
MUST have
another
husband."Juana
turned
pale.She
freed
herself
from her
mother and
sat down
once more
in her
arm-chair.
"Who are
you,monsieur?"repeated
the
Marana,addressing
Diard.
"Madame,I
am at
present
only the
quartermaster
of the 6th
of the
line.But
for such a
wife I
have the
heart to
make
myself a
marshal of
France.My
name is
Pierre-Francois
Diard.My
father was
provost of
merchants.I
am
not--""But,at
least,you
are an
honest
man,are
