" Yes, tomorrow, tomorrow!" he thought.

" Tomorrow everything may be over for me! All these memories will be no more, none of them will have any meaning for me.

Tomorrow perhaps, even certainly, I have a presentiment that for the first time I shall have to show all I can do.

" And his fancy pictured the battle, its loss, the concentration of fighting at one point, and the hesitation of all the commanders.

And then that happy moment, that Toulon for which he had so long waited, presents itself to him at last.