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Updated: June 18, 2025
It was only when the preparations for the Russian campaign began that he was ordered north again. He left the country of mantillas and oranges without regret. The first signs of a not unbecoming baldness added to the lofty aspect of Colonel D'Hubert's forehead.
General D'Hubert's expression was not that of a man who "imagines" with facility. He did, however, fish out of the chaos of surmises the notion that his prospective mother-in-law had died suddenly, but only to dismiss it at once.
"Not a woman affair eh?" growled the colonel, staring hard. "I don't ask you who or where. All I want to know is whether there is a woman in it?" Lieutenant D'Hubert's arms dropped and his weak voice was pathetically broken. "Nothing of the kind, mon colonel." "On your honour?" insisted the old warrior. "On my honour." "Very well," said the colonel thoughtfully, and bit his lip.
"Who is going to inform him, I should like to know?" said Fouche, raising his eyes curiously to General D'Hubert's tense, set face. "Take one of these pens, and run it through the name yourself. This is the only list in existence. If you are careful to take up enough ink no one will be able to tell what was the name struck out.
"I don't ask you who or where. All I want to know is whether there is a woman in it?" Lieut. D'Hubert's arms dropped, and his weak voice was pathetically broken. "Nothing of the kind, mon Colonel." "On your honour?" insisted the old warrior. "On my honour." "Very well," said the colonel, thoughtfully, and bit his lip. The arguments of Lieut.
The compelling power of authority, the persuasive influence of kindness, affected powerfully a man just risen from a bed of sickness. Lieut. D'Hubert's hand, which grasped the knob of a stick, trembled slightly. But his northern temperament, sentimental yet cautious and clear-sighted, too, in its idealistic way, checked his impulse to make a clean breast of the whole deadly absurdity.
A conviction that Feraud would presently do something rash was like balm to General D'Hubert's soul. But to keep his chin raised off the ground was irksome, and not much use either. He peeped round, exposing a fraction of his head, with dread but really with little risk. His enemy, as a matter of fact, did not expect to see anything of him so low down as that.
A very faint mist of smoke hung before his face which had an extraordinary aspect, as if the lower jaw had come unhinged. "Not missed!" he croaked, hoarsely, from the depths of a dry throat. This sinister sound loosened the spell that had fallen on General D'Hubert's senses. "Yes, missed a bout portant," he heard himself saying, almost before he had recovered the full command of his faculties.
"Who is going to inform him I should like to know," said Fouché, raising his eyes curiously to General D'Hubert's white face. "Take one of these pens and run it through the name yourself. This is the only list in existence. If you are careful to take up enough ink no one will be able to tell even what was the name thus struck out.
"How did you come by that scratched face? Both sides too and symmetrical. It's amusing." "Very," snarled Lieutenant D'Hubert. "And you will find his slashed arm amusing too. It will keep both of you amused for quite a long time." The doctor was mystified and impressed by the brusque bitterness of Lieutenant D'Hubert's tone.
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