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How's that for a version? I reckon the other half doesn't tell as much ...'ancois de Boisdhyver! That can't be the Marquis, for none of his names end 'ancois; do they? Let's see, what are they? Marie, Anne, Timelon, Armand ... Tom," and Dan faced his friend excitedly, "that old devil is after treasure! Who the deuce is 'ancois de Boisdhyver, and how did he come to leave money in the Oak Parlour?
When Tom returns he is out just now I am perfectly willing to talk matters over with you and him together." The Marquis's eyes flashed. "But, Monsieur," he protested, "you must understand that I cannot submit to meet with Monsieur Pembroke again. A Marquis de Boisdhyver does not twice put himself in the position to be insulted with impunity."
"Mais oui, monsieur; but that should hardly astonish you so much as the fact that he was a Boisdhyver. Why are you surprised?" "Simply, madame," exclaimed Dan hastily, "by the fact that it is the same name as that of our Marquis." "Not quite," corrected the lady; "our Marquis as you say is Marie-Anne-Timelon-Armand de Boisdhyver, the General's younger brother." "Ah! and therefore Nancy's uncle?"
Frost's questions, despite his own voluble replies, Monsieur de Boisdhyver gave no hint, that there was any deeper reason for his seeking exile at the Inn of the Red Oak than that he desired rest and quiet and had been assured that he would find them there. And who had so complimented their simple abode of hospitality? "Ah, madame," he murmured, lifting his tiny hands, "so many!"
"Ah!" exclaimed Monsieur de Boisdhyver, "I trust, Monsieur Frost, you bring us the good news at last of the return of Mademoiselle." "Unfortunately, I do not, monsieur," Dan replied. "Our efforts to find out what has become of her have been entirely unsuccessful. I am very anxious, as you may imagine." "And to what mishap do you attribute Mademoiselle's so unceremonious departure?"
"I don't know yes," Dan replied, twisting the lens to suit his eyes better and spelling out the letters, "S,O,U,T,H,E,R,N,C,R the Southern Cross. By Jingo, Tom, we'll have to go down to the beach and have a look at her." Tom took the glasses; turning them over presently to the Marquis. "She is a good fine boat, eh?" exclaimed M. de Boisdhyver, as he applied his eye to the end of the glass.
I understand your suspicions; I understand your desire to find if they are true. You have reason; Monsieur le Marquis de Boisdhyver and I have exchanged the mysterious signals that you have witnessed. Why should I deny that which already you know? Monsieur de Boisdhyver and I are occupied with affairs of great importance, and it is necessary that all is kept secret.
With that Tom bowed as ironically as the Marquis had done, went out and closed the door, and securely locked and barred it outside. Monsieur de Boisdhyver was left to his reflections. For several hours after his return to the little cabin Dan had ample leisure in which to think over his extraordinary interview.
She had had, indeed, considerably more association with distinguished personages than had most of the dames of the neighbouring farms who considered themselves her social superiors. She welcomed Monsieur de Boisdhyver graciously, enquiring with interest of his journey and with solicitude as to his rest during the night.
Tom grunted a scarcely civil reply, and turning away to avoid further conversation, strolled down the avenue of maples toward the road. Monsieur de Boisdhyver raised his eyebrows slightly, and began his walk. By and by, still more impatient, Pembroke walked back toward the house. If Dan did not return soon, he determined he would go after him.
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