The sun rose gaily that morning.  It would be hot at noon.  Over the wood floated a golden brightness, while in the distance white vapors arose from the meadows.  The neat and pretty village awoke amid the fresh air, and the country, with its river and its springs, had the moist sweetness of a bouquet.  But that beautiful day caused nobody to smile.  The captain was seen to take a turn around the mill, examine the neighboring houses, pass to the other side of the Morelle and from there study the district with a field glass; Pere Merlier, who accompanied him, seemed to be giving him explanations.  Then the captain posted soldiers behind the walls, behind the trees and in the ditches.  The main body of the detachment encamped in the courtyard of the mill.  Was there going to be a battle?  When Pere Merlier returned he was questioned.  He nodded his head without speaking.  Yes, there was going to be a battle!

Francoise and Dominique were in the courtyard; they looked at him.  At last he took his pipe from his mouth and said: 

“Ah, my poor young ones, you cannot get married tomorrow!”

Dominique, his lips pressed together, with an angry frown on his forehead, at times raised himself on tiptoe and fixed his eyes upon the wood of Gagny, as if he wished to see the Prussians arrive.  Francoise, very pale and serious, came and went, furnishing the soldiers with what they needed.  The troops were making soup in a corner of the courtyard; they joked while waiting for it to get ready.

The captain was delighted.  He had visited the chambers and the huge hall of the mill which looked out upon the river.  Now, seated beside the well, he was conversing with Pere Merlier.

“Your mill is a real fortress,” he said.  “We can hold it without difficulty until evening.  The bandits are late.  They ought to be here.”

The miller was grave.  He saw his mill burning like a torch, but he uttered no complaint, thinking such a course useless.  He merely said: 

“You had better hide the boat behind the wheel; there is a place there just fit for that purpose.  Perhaps it will be useful to have the boat.”

The captain gave the requisite order.  This officer was a handsome man of forty; he was tall and had an amiable countenance.  The sight of Francoise and Dominique seemed to please him.  He contemplated them as if he had forgotten the coming struggle.  He followed Francoise with his eyes, and his look told plainly that he thought her charming.  Then turning toward Dominique, he asked suddenly: 

“Why are you not in the army, my good fellow?”

“I am a foreigner,” answered the young man.

The captain evidently did not attach much weight to this reason.  He winked his eye and smiled.  Francoise was more agreeable company than a cannon.  On seeing him smile, Dominique added: 

“I am a foreigner, but I can put a ball in an apple at five hundred meters.  There is my hunting gun behind you.”