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Updated: June 4, 2025
She comes from Gascony, and is a native of a village called Laroque-Timbaut, quite near Saint Eulalie, of which M. d'Asterac is the lord. You know that Cadette Saint-Avit is elderly, as the waiting-woman of a rector ought to be. In her youth she knew, in her country, the three Messieurs d'Asterac, one of whom was captain of a man-of-war and has since been drowned. He was the youngest.
I had even hoped at times that a decision might be reached investing me with the rights that I was in fact exercising.... And today this surprising appointment. Captain de Saint-Avit. He was of my class at St. Cyr. I had lost track of him.
See for yourself." He handed me the Official. Chatelain's displeasure became fairly exuberant. "Captain de Saint-Avit, Commandant of the Post. A post which has never had a slur upon it. They must take us for a dumping ground." My surprise was as great as the Sergeant's. But just then I saw the evil, weasel-like face of Gourrut, the convict we used as clerk.
"But, my dear mamma," I replied, "the dolls of M. d'Asterac were not in want of christening, they had no participation in original sin." "I never thought of that," said my mother. "And Cadette Saint-Avit herself did not mention it, although she was the servant of a rector.
Come, Captain, you have at least eight days to give us." "I am at the disposition of Lieutenant de Saint-Avit," replied Morhange, with a quiet smile. The conversation became general. The sound of glasses and laughter rang out. I heard my comrades in ecstasies over the stories that the newcomer poured out with never-failing humor. And I, never, never have I felt so sad.
The rest did not arrive till fifteen days later, with the convoy which supplied the post. Three cases of respectable dimensions were carried one after another to the Captain's room, and the grimaces of the porters said enough as to their weight. I discreetly left Saint-Avit to his unpacking and began opening the mail which the convoy had sent me.
But in some way they must be blameable, as Cadette Saint-Avit said that the rector of her parish considered them to be contrary to the order established by God in this world and opposed to that part of the Bible where God is given a name which means Lord of Hosts, and that would be a great sin.
"After that, Lieutenant, at the Officers' Club at Sfax, they avoided like the plague any subject which risked leading the conversation back to Captain de Saint-Avit." Chatelain had spoken almost in a whisper, and the little people of the desert had not heard this singular history. It was an hour since we had fired our last cartridge.
The Quartermaster, Chatelain, stood before us. "What do you want of me at this hour?" Saint-Avit asked brusquely. The non-com stood at attention. "Excuse me, Captain. But a native was discovered near the post, last night, by the patrol. He was not trying to hide. As soon as he had been brought here, he asked to be led before the commanding officer.
But after the death of his brothers he became the richest gentleman of his province, and while he dissipated his wealth in follies, his good lands worked for him. Cadette Saint-Avit rates him, with all his expenses, as still a very rich man." These last words spoken, my father entered the shop.
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