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'The Conquest' does not sail on a pleasure-party; she is sent out on a serious campaign, and will probably be absent for some time. We have unpleasant complications down there and are sending out reinforcements. You are still in France; but you are actually under orders to meet the enemy; Men do not resign in the face of the enemy, Lieut. Champcey!" Daniel had turned very pale.
As soon as he looked at the wounded man, whom his friends had stretched out on his back, making a pillow of their overcoats, and who lay there pale and inanimate, the good doctor frowned, and growled out, "He won't live." The officers were thunderstruck. "Poor Champcey!" said one of them, "to escape the Kamboja fevers, and to be killed here at a pleasure party!
And, moreover, it will be very fortunate indeed if in a month he is sufficiently recovered to keep up a conversation." He shook his head, and went on, after a moment's silence, "Besides, it is a question whether Champcey would be disposed to say what he knows, or what he suspects. That is very doubtful. Twice he has been almost killed. Has he ever said a word about it?
"Now, what reasons had you for persecuting M. Champcey in this way?" The accused rose again; and, making an effort, he said slowly, "I hated him. Once during the voyage he had threatened to have me put in irons." "The man lies!" said Daniel. "Do you hear?" asked the lawyer. "So you will not tell the truth? Well, I will tell it for you. They had hired you to kill Lieut.
A friendly touch on the shoulder recalled him rudely to the real world. Four or five officers from "The Conquest" were standing around him, gay, and free from cares, a hearty laugh on their lips. "Well, my dear Champcey," they said, "are you coming?" "Where?" "Why, to dinner!"
Tell them that it was M. Daniel Champcey, whom you had sent off the day before, and whom a crime, a forgery committed by your Sarah, forced to go to sea; for he had to be put out of the way at any hazard. As long as he was in Paris, you would never have dared treat me as I am treated." Overcome by this unexpected violence, the count could only stammer out a few incoherent words.
He had peremptorily asked his sister for two thousand francs; had made Henrietta write in all haste a letter of introduction to Daniel; and had rushed out again like a tempest, as he had come in, without saying more than this, "M. Champcey will arrive, or perhaps has already arrived, in Marseilles, on board a merchant vessel, 'The Saint Louis. I have been told so at the navy department.
Let us break off here, and pray to God that I may be able to forget all the wrong you have done me." Miss Brandon's beautiful eyes filled with tears of grief or of rage. She folded her hands, and said in a suppliant tone, "I conjure you, M. Champcey, grant me only five minutes. I must speak to you. If you knew"
"They will be continued till it pleases me to make an end to them." "Or till I come of age." The countess made a great effort to conceal her surprise. "Oh!" she said to herself. "Oh, oh!" "Or," continued the young girl, "till he returns whom you have taken from me, my betrothed, M. Daniel Champcey." "Stop, madam. You are mistaken. It was not I who sent Daniel away."
Such could not fail to be the scene also, when "The Conquest" sailed, the ship on board of which Daniel Champcey had been ordered as lieutenant. And certainly there had been good reasons for ordering him to make haste and get down to the port where she lay; for the very next day after his arrival, she hoisted anchor. She had been waiting for him only.
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