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Edouard looked, and turned sick, for there was a gash right through Dard's shoe, and the blood welling up through it. But, recovering himself by an effort of the will, he cried out, "Courage, my lad! don't give in. Thank Heaven there's no artery there. Oh, dear, it is a terrible cut! Let us get you home, that is the first thing. Can you walk?" "Lord bless you, no! nor stand neither without help."
"Of course I do; but I have the ill-luck to love Jacintha, and she loves these aristocrats, and makes me do little odd jobs for them." And at this Dard's eyes suddenly glared with horror. "Well, what of that?" asked Riviere. "What of it, citizen, what? you do not know the fatal meaning of those accursed words?" "Why, I never heard of a man's back being broken by little odd jobs."
She did not reply in words, but, after going to the door, returned and gave him a great kiss without ceremony. "Dare say you know what that's for," said she, and went off with a clear conscience and reddish cheeks. Dard's grandmother had a little house, a little land, a little money, and a little cow.
He was within fifty yards of the little gate, when sure enough Rose emerged. They met; his heart beat violently. "Mademoiselle," he faltered. "Ah! it is Monsieur Riviere, I declare," said Rose, coolly; all over blushes though. "Yes, mademoiselle, and I am so out of breath. Mademoiselle Josephine awaits you at Dard's house." "She sent you for me?" inquired Rose, demurely. "Not positively.
Dard limped towards them, leaning upon Sergeant La Croix. A bit of Dard's heel had been shot away, and of La Croix's head. Rose ran to the kitchen. "Jacintha, bring out a table into the Pleasaunce, and something for two guests to eat."
Edouard Riviere rose from his seat in great excitement. Dard's abuse of the family he was lately so bitter against had turned him right round. He pitied the very baroness herself, and forgave her declining his visit. "Be silent," said he, "for shame! There is such a thing as noble poverty; and you have described it.
"The wind of the shot, you rascal!" roared Private Dard: "look here!" and he showed the blood running down his face. The shot had actually driven a splinter of bone out of the sutler into Dard's temple. "I am the unluckiest fellow in the army," remonstrated Dard: and he stamped in a circle.
Children are little creatures without reserve, and treated accordingly, and to notice them is to honor them." "Adieu then, mademoiselle. Try to believe no one respects you more than I do." "Yes, let us part, for there is Dard's house; and I begin to suspect that Josephine never sent you." "I confess it." "There, he confesses it. I thought so all along; WHAT A DUPE I HAVE BEEN!"
This intrusion of statistics into warfare at first cooled Dard's impatience for the field. This sergeant was at the village waiting to march with the new recruits to the Rhine. Sergeant La Croix was a man who, by force of eloquence, could make soldiering appear the most delightful as well as glorious of human pursuits.
After calling Zulthran Torv, the mathematician in charge of the Computer Office and giving him the Esaron time-line designations and Nentrov Dard's ideas about them, he spent about an hour briefing Kostran Galth on the role he was to play. Finally, he undressed and went to bed on a couch in the rest room behind the office. It was noon when he woke.
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