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There he stopped, and turned the conversation to general topics. Never had Dieppe's politeness been subjected to such a strain. No relief was granted to him. The Count talked freely and well on a variety of questions till eleven o'clock, and then proposed to show his guest to his bedroom.
Dieppe's topographical observations stood him in good stead now and saved him some moments' consideration. The fugitive had choice of two routes. But he would not return to the village: he might have to answer awkward questions about M. Guillaume, his late companion, there.
"You misunderstand me, madame. I have fifty francs, not fifty thousand." "Oh!" said she, frowning. Then she laughed a little; then, to Dieppe's indescribable agony, her eyes filled with tears and her lips quivered. She put her hand up to her eyes; Dieppe heard a sob. "For God's sake " he whispered. "Oh, I can't help it," she said, and she sobbed again; but now she did not try to hide her face.
"We have certainly met in the course of business," the Captain conceded with a touch of hauteur, as he shifted the truss a little further under his right shoulder. "I want something that you have," said Guillaume, fixing his eyes on his companion. Dieppe's were on the candle. "Listen to me," commanded Guillaume, imperiously. "I have really no alternative," shrugged the Captain.
Betaking herself to the room from which she had first beheld Captain Dieppe's face not, as the Count would have supposed, as a consequence of any design, but by the purest and most unexpected chance she arrayed herself in a short skirt and thick boots, and wrapped a cloak round her, for a close, misty rain was already falling, and the moaning of the wind in the trees promised a stormy evening.
For the instant her agitation seemed to make her forget Dieppe's presence, or what he might think of her manner. Now she recovered herself. "I mean I mean I want to speak to her. I must tell her " "Tell her nothing. Confront her with that." And the Captain produced the gold locket with an air of much solemnity. His action did not miss its effect. She gazed at the locket in apparent bewilderment.
We owe it almost all to you. No, she would n't be here but for you, my friend. Would you, dear?" "No, I I don't suppose I should." Did they refer to Dieppe's assisting her across the ford? If he had but known "Come," urged the Count, "give me your hand, and let my wife and me " "What?" cried the Captain, loudly, in unmistakable surprise. The Count looked from him to the Countess.
"By no means," agreed his host, smiling still; "I don't doubt that you have amply earned it." Dieppe's bow confirmed the supposition while it acknowledged the compliment. Civilities such as these, when aided by dinner and a few glasses of red wine, soon passed into confidences on the Captain's side at least. Accustomed to keep other people's secrets, he burdened himself with few of his own.
That's Dieppe, where the white is and those steeples, see? And way across there on the other side is America!" For Uncle Sam, notwithstanding his name, was a French motorcycle and had never seen America. Dieppe's famous beach. Down the hill coasted Uncle Sam, bearing his rider furiously onward. A fence along the wayside seemed like a very entanglement of stakes and pickets. Then it was gone.
On fire with the emotions excited by the Countess's message, the Count forgot both Dieppe and all that he owed to Dieppe's intercession; the matter went clean out of his head for the moment. He leapt up, pushed away the poem on which he had been trying to concentrate his mind, and cried eagerly: "I 'm at the Countess's disposal. I 'll wait on her at once."
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