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And Hilda's bearing, under the circumstances, added to his gratification, for, now that the die was cast, she surrendered completely, she clung to him as if feeling a new dependence, and this filled his cup to overflowing. It was an outrageous thing to do; no one save a Courteau would have thought of subjecting the woman who bore his name to such a humiliation.
It was the clarion call of the Countess Courteau which first made itself heard above the din. She had climbed to the railing and was poised there with one arm outflung, a quivering finger leveled at Jim McCaskey's head. "Look!" she cried. "Look, men AT HIS HEAD! There's proof that he's been lying!" The victim of the assault had lost his cap in the scuffle, and with it had gone the bandage.
It's a shame to hold a boy of his character, his breeding, on the mere word of a man like Count Courteau." Colonel Cavendish smiled quizzically. "You, too, eh?" said he. "What do you mean by that?" "Why, you're the fourth woman who has appealed to me since his arrest. I dare say I'll hear from others. I never saw a fellow who had the female vote so solidly behind him.
After a moment, during which the Countess Courteau watched him fixedly, he whirled, crying: "Well, the damage is done. I love you. I can't go along without you. Divorce that man. I'll wait." "I'm not sure I have legal grounds for a divorce. I'm not sure that I care to put the matter to a test as yet." "WHAT?" Pierce gazed at her, trying to understand. "Say that over again!"
"Madame de Countess Courteau," he announced; then with a flourish he swept off his knitted cap and bowed to the new-comer. To those beneath him he cried, sharply, "Tak' off dose hat or I knock dem off." The Countess, too, had evidently made haste, for she was breathing deeply.
She had made herself a Lady Godiva; by this night of conspicuous revelry she had undone everything. Not only had she condoned the sins and the shortcomings of her dissolute husband, but also she had put herself on a level with him and with the fallen women of the town his customary associates. Courteau had done this to her. It had been his proposal. She could have throttled him where he sat.
Well, I talked with him, an' all I got to say is this: keep Courteau away from him or there's one Count you'll lose count of. The boy's got pizen in him, an' I don't blame him none. If I was him I'd make that Frog hop. You hear me." 'Poleon met Rouletta's worried glance with a reassuring smile. "I been t'inkin' 'bout dat, too. W'at you say I go pardners wit' him, eh?
The Countess Courteau was indeed a "lightning striker"; while Phillips went through the streets offering double wages to men who could wield hammer and saw, and the possibility of transportation clear to Dawson for those who could handle an oar, she called off the building crew and set them to new tasks, then she cleared the house of its guests.
On the way to her room Rouletta met the Countess Courteau, and in a few words made known the facts of Pierce's arrest. The elder woman listened in astonishment. "Arrested? For theft? Absurd! Who made the charge?" "Count Courteau." "COURTEAU? Where did he get a thousand dollars?" The speaker's face was set in an expression of utter incredulity. "I don't know.
However, I had chosen to go with my regiment and so I placed myself in front of the élite company, having beside me their gallant captain, M. Courteau, one of the finest of officers and one whom I valued most highly.
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