human
Joy! Joy! she cried, returning.
gpt
Maurepas is coming. We can see his march from the station. His army has crossed the river. Make haste, Afra. Dear madam, will you go with me to the station?
human
No, my love,
gpt
We can go as slowly as you like. There is plenty of time. You need not hurry; and it will be a glorious sight.
human
No, my dear. Do you young people go. But, Euphrosyne, are you quite sure it is not Rochambeau?
gpt
Oh, dear, yes! quite certain. They come from the south, and have crossed the Artibonite; they come from the very point they ought to come from. It is good news, you may rely upon it; the best possible news.
human
I am thankful, said Madame, in a low, sad voice.
gpt
Go, my dears. Go, and see what you can.