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"We have been taught at the Seminary to call them rebels." "Then you have been taught wrong." Zulma had risen out of her chair, and stood up in front of the fire, with a glow of enthusiasm on her cheek.
"That perhaps you might desire to send an answer to the note which I brought. Excuse me, mademoiselle, I was young once. I know what girls are." And his little grey eyes twinkled. Zulma laid her hand upon his shoulder, and with a half serious, half jesting caress, replied: "They call you sorcerer, Batoche. How could you thus divine my thoughts? Listen. It is an hour since you left me.
Some have no uniform at all. Their appearance is not much that of soldiers, and there are a good many small, young fellows among them." "It must be the effect of refraction," said Zulma, in a low voice and with a sneer. "But to me they seem like giants, towering on the heights and stretching great arms toward us." "In menace?" queried the Sieur with a strange affectionate look at his daughter.
"Lieutenant," said Zulma, with that bright laugh which had so enchanted Roderick the first time he heard it, "I have the honor of presenting to you a loyal soldier in the person of my brother, who has just decided upon entering the service in defence of the city." "I am proud to hear that. Eugene and I are old friends, and I am glad to know that we shall now be brothers in arms."
A further hardship was the parting of Sieur Sarpy and Zulma from Eugene, under the circumstances, but they made the sacrifice bravely, and the youth, it is only fair to say, acted his part with pluck. He had brought Pauline out; he would take her back.
"A stray shot," said the latter, after listening a moment. "It is nothing. You are not afraid, mademoiselle?" "Excuse me, sir," Zulma replied, "but this is the second shot I have heard to-day. This one may mean nothing, but the first was terrible, and I shall never forget it." The officer looked at Zulma, but said nothing. "Is it possible that you do not remember it too?"
She passed her left hand wearily over the smooth hair that shaded her temple. Her eyes were fixed vacantly on the green baize of the table. There was just the slightest trace of hardness, if that were possible, on her features. At length she whispered: "Zulma would think it strange if I did not. Besides, I know she admires Roddy.
And when, on hearing of Pauline's departure from Quebec, he declared he would follow her for leagues upon leagues anywhere to minister to her salvation, it was with spontaneous cordiality that Zulma added she would go with him and do all that was possible to save the dearest of her friends.
Zulma listened eagerly to these details, which she had not heard before. Sieur Sarpy's single remark was: "Wonderful!" "And do you know who piloted him?" "Captain Bouchette, I believe." "Yes, Joseph Bouchette. And what is Joseph Bouchette?" "A French Canadian!" exclaimed Zulma, unable to contain herself. "Aye, mademoiselle, a French Canadian.
And perhaps my grandpapa, said Zulma. Grandpapa! Ah, the little girl is not flattering. Grandfather! you think then that I am quite old? I am going to pinch her calves for that naughty word, those big calves which I saw at Vic, and which have turned my head. Have they grown smaller too? Let us see, let us see. Zulma held back the too presumptuous hand.
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