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Then the conversation was resumed: "By the way, has the report of Dampierre's death been confirmed?" "Yes, commander." "Before Condé?" "At the camp of Pamars; he was hit by a cannonball." Boisberthelot sighed. "Count Dampierre, another of our men, who took sides with them." "May he prosper wherever he may be!" said Vieuville. "And the ladies, where are they?" "At Trieste." "Still there?" "Yes."
I make no mention of Gaston the barber. Mordemonbleu! what is the use of opposing revolution, and what is the difference between ourselves and the republicans, if we set barbers over the heads of noblemen! The fact is, that this beastly revolution has contaminated all of us." "It is the itch of France." "It is the itch of the Tiers état," rejoined Boisberthelot. "England alone can help us."
He had taken no notice of what was going on in the ship. The Chevalier de la Vieuville had drawn up the marines on either side of the main-mast, and at a signal-whistle of the boatswain the sailors, who had been busy in the rigging, stood up on the yards. Count Boisberthelot approached the passenger.
The gunner, with downcast eyes, stood erect in a military attitude. "General," resumed Count Boisberthelot, "considering what this man has done, do you not think that his superiors have a duty to perform?" "I think so," replied the old man. "Be so good as to give your orders," resumed Boisberthelot. "It is for you to give them; you are the captain."
"Yes and no, sometimes I do!" replied La Vieuville. "In a tempest?" "Yes, and in moments like these." "Truly God alone can save us," said Boisberthelot. All were silent, leaving the carronade to its horrible uproar. The waves beating the ship from without answered the blows of the cannon within, very much like a couple of hammers striking In turn.
In some cases war must force the gates; in others it can slip through them. Civil war must always keep a false key in its pocket. We will do all we can; but one must have a chief." And Boisberthelot added thoughtfully, "What do you think of the Chevalier de Dieuzie, La Vieuville?" "Do you mean the younger?" "Yes." "For a commander?" "Yes." "He is only good for a pitched battle in the open field.
He has a son, a republican; and while the father serves in the ranks of the Whites, the son serves in those of the Blues. An encounter, a battle: the father captures the son and blows out his brains." "He did well," said La Vieuville. "A royalist Brutus," answered Boisberthelot.
Captain Boisberthelot and Lieutenant la Vieuville, although both dauntless men, stopped at the head of the companion-way and, dumb, pale, and hesitating, looked down on the deck below. Some one elbowed past and went down. It was their passenger, the peasant, the man of whom they had just been speaking a moment before. Reaching the foot of the companion-way, he stopped.
But we need him for the impression he would produce upon the herd." "My dear chevalier, the princes don't care to come." "We will do without them." Boisberthelot pressed his hand mechanically against his forehead, as if striving to evoke an idea. He resumed, "Then let us try this general." "He is a great nobleman." "Do you think he will do?" "If he is one of the right sort," said La Vieuville.
"For lack of thrushes No: since an eagle is not to be found, we take a crow." "I should prefer a vulture," remarked Boisberthelot. La Vieuville replied, "Yes, indeed, with a beak and talons." "We shall see." "Yes," replied Vieuville, "it is time there was a leader. I agree with Tinténiac, a leader and gunpowder!
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