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"My dear Breschia," cried Brunow, "we are sorry to have defrauded you; but you know us, and you know it will not pay to meddle with us. We are on neutral soil. We are all three British subjects. You have no authority here, and you know it." "Eh, bien!" said the lieutenant, laughing still. "Civis Romanus sum.
What have you been getting into trouble about?" "Beg your pardon, sir. Mustn't talk about that, sir. Discipline, sir. Can see as you're an officer. That ought to be enough, sir." "Quite enough. Drink my health, if there's anything fit to drink it in. You don't object, Breschia?" "Not at all," the lieutenant answered. "You have done with him? Very good. Go.
For my companion turned out to be none other than that Lieutenant Breschia of whom Brunow had spoken. When my swim was finished he gathered up his clothes in a neat bundle, and holding them in the air in one hand, paddled himself easily across with the other, and dressed beside me.
But Rodetzsky is a martinet, and if he were here just now the man would be in trouble." "What has he been doing?" I asked. "He has been smuggling tobacco to the prisoners," Breschia answered, and all of a sudden I found my heart beating like a hammer. Was this the man, I wondered, who had shown compassion to Miss Ros-sano's hapless father?
"Permit that I condole," said Brunow. "Permit that I felicitate," answered Breschia; and so with a burlesque friendly bow on either side they parted. It was a strange and memorable journey home with the escaped prisoner, and men have been rarely more embarrassed than Brunow and myself.
And let me hear of you no more, or I shall report you. To your general. Do you hear?" The man saluted and went out. "He is so good, and so stupid that individual there," said Breschia, gladly plunging back into a more familiar language than English, though I could see he was proud of having acquitted himself so well in that tongue. "He is so stupid and so good, but I do nothing but laugh at him.
We are going by, and there is an end of it. This gentlemen and I are personal friends of General Rodetzsky's. We have been on a visit to my friend Lieutenant Breschia at the fortress at Itzia, and we are now on our way to Pollia. That is the town below there I believe." I more than half made him out at the time, and he confirmed my guesses later on.
The impetuous Lieutenant Breschia fell upon his neck and kissed him on both cheeks, and Brunow returned the salute with heartiness. I may as well let the fact out at once and have the declaration over: I was beginning to have a serious dislike for Brunow, though I strove to subdue it, trying to reflect how much our rivalry, of which he knew nothing, might possibly warp my judgment of him.
Breschia at first insisted on accompanying us, but, to tell the plain truth about the matter, he had taken more than was altogether good for him, and was not to be trusted to return alone. We compromised for a man with a lantern, and on that shook hands and took our leave.
He waved his hand to me, and surrendering his horse to a hostler, entered the house. I heard Hinge address him in English, and then he came tearing upstairs. The note Breschia had sent to him lay upon the table, and when he had read it he shouted from the stair-head, "Certainly. My compliments to the lieutenant, and we will come with pleasure."
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