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"M'sieu' would have been in heaven by this if I had'nt stopped it," he broke out angrily. Doltaire turned sharply on Lancy. "I thought as much," said he, "and you would have let Gabord share your misdemeanor. Yet your father was a gentleman! If you had shot monsieur before seven, you would have taken the dungeon he left.
Truth was, Doltaire, who had no sordid feeling in him, loathed alike the cupidity of Bigot and the incompetency of the Governor, and respected Montcalm for his honour, and reproached him for his rashness.
As she did so Doltaire made a motion to Gabord, and he shut the door quickly on us. Mere St. George looked up from the paper, startled and frightened too. "Your Excellency!" she exclaimed. "You are the first to call me so," he replied. "I thought to leave untouched this good gift of the King, and to let the Marquis de Vaudreuil and the admirable Bigot untwist the coil they have made. But no.
Yet how brave she was, for she lifted her handkerchief, shook it a little, and smiled. As though the salute were meant for him, Doltaire bowed twice impressively, and then we stepped forward, the great fire over against the Heights lighting us and hurrying us on. We scarcely spoke as we went, though Doltaire hummed now and then the air La Pompadour et La Friponne.
Of what was going on abroad he would not tell me, and soon I found myself in as ill a state as before. No Voban came to me, no Doltaire, no one at all. I sank into a deep silence, dropped out of a busy world, a morsel of earth slowly coming to Mother Earth again. A strange apathy began to settle on me.
Alixe's danger told in these concise words made me, I am sure, turn pale; but Doltaire did not see it, he was engaged with the prisoners. As I thought and wondered, four soldiers were brought in, and the men were made ready for the lash. In vain they pleaded they would tell their story at once. Doltaire would not listen; the whipping first, and their story after.
"My faith, there's nut to crack, for I have little time. This letter but reached me with the news of Jean, two hours ago, and I know not what to do, but, scratching my head, here comes word from General Montcalm that I must ride to Master Devil Doltaire with a letter, and I must find him wherever he may be, and give it straight.
I saw, in imagination, the English army at the gates of Quebec, and those who sat in the seats of the mighty, sworn to personal enmities Vaudreuil through vanity, Bigot through cupidity, Doltaire by the innate malice of his nature sacrificing the country; the scarlet body of British power moving down upon a dishonoured city, never to take its foot from that sword of France which fell there on the soil of the New World.
"At nine o'clock we came to the Chateau St. Louis from Ste. Anne Street, where our winter home is yet how much do I prefer the Manor House! There were not many guests to supper, and Monsieur Doltaire was not among them.
"So much the better sport," I answered. "We will have the ribbon and its heritage." "You yourself shall furnish evidence to-day. Gabord here will see you temptingly disposed the wild bull led peaceably by the nose!" "But one day I will twist your nose, Monsieur Doltaire." "That is fair enough, if rude," he responded. "When your turn comes, you twist and I endure.
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