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Well, Monsieur my uncle, well! And who is that handsome dark girl? Ah, my poor Zulma, do not be jealous of her. I am jealous of everything, and I want to know. "No mortal can foresee his fate Let none despair. Comrades, good night."
They are men like others, and true soldiers are always merciful," added Zulma. "Indeed! Do you think so? I hardly know what to say about them. Father says very little of late, but there is a friend of ours who speaks of them in terms of hostility." "He must be an ultra loyalist." "He is a British officer." "A British officer? Why, Pauline, I thought your father kept aloof from British officials."
When Batoche became possessed of this important intelligence he immediately repaired to the Sarpy mansion and acquainted Zulma with it. "I wonder who are the kind friends that have taken him in," said Zulma, after lamenting this new danger that threatened her friend. "Can't you guess?" asked Batoche, and his knowing smile went straight to the heart of his companion. "I hope that you guess true."
"Yes, child, that is my name," said the old man, "and I am come to fetch you." "To fetch her?" asked Zulma with a tone of authority. "Yes, at her father's request." "Come in and explain what you mean." "No. It is unnecessary. Besides, the night is too far advanced. We must return together at once." A few hurried words revealed Batoche's mission. The Bastonnais were on the forward march again.
Little Blanche sat at Zulma's side listening to the discourse with wide distended eyes, and that expression of vacancy which was so frequent with this strange child. Not a word had escaped her, and it was evident that the effect was as great upon her acute mind as upon that of her two companions. "If Batoche would only come," murmured Zulma, passing her hand over her weary brow.
Another circumstance deserving of mention is that the young rifleman's visits to the Sarpy mansion were so conducted as to be a secret to his companions-in-arms. There was a purpose in this, although neither Cary, nor Zulma, nor M. Sarpy ever exchanged a word about it together. The stay of the Continental army at Pointe-aux-Trembles was only temporary.
"It did at least by four leagues, but I didn't mind that so long as we were free from danger." "You do not like these soldiers?" "I dislike them all, except, perhaps, one." Zulma looked up in surprise. "And pray who may that one be?" "Don't you remember the bearer of the flag?" "Oh!" was the only exclamation that Zulma uttered, while cheeks were fit to burst with the rush of conscious blood.
Zulma made her tell all about her grandfather, and thus learned curious details concerning a character which she intensely admired, notwithstanding the mystery which was set like a seal upon it a mystery which Blanche's unconscious revelations rendered only deeper and more provokingly interesting.
She joined her two little thin hands together, open palm to palm, and instead of approaching, retreated a step or two as if to make way for her visitor. Zulma entered and closed the door. "I have come to see you, Blanche. Your grandfather has spoken to me of you, and I want to do something for you."
What do you say?" M. Belmont still hesitated. "Then, Pauline will decide. Come, my dear, shall we go or stay?" Pauline immediately rose, and with a look of pathetic imploring, murmured: "Oh, father, let us go." M. Belmont instantly complied. As Batoche signified his intention of going along, in order to see them safe within the walls, Zulma earnestly demanded permission to accompany him.
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