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Why could not our French sailors have been able to do this?" "Well," said Uncle Paul good-humouredly, "the only reason I can give is that they were not English." "That's it, sir," said the skipper. "You have hit the right nail on the head. But look here, Mr Count I don't know your name." "Des Saix," said the Count, smiling. "Look here, sir; this is nothing to make a fuss about.
"You mean, uncle, that if Count de Saix had come and knocked at the door and asked you to help him, you'd have called me up and sent me to the prison for the soldiers." "Now look here, Rodney, that's impudence, sir, and Ah! There's the microscope, and the slides and the glasses. Have they been disturbed?" "No, uncle. Just as we left them. I almost wonder they didn't carry off all those hydras."
"Yes, of course, I forgive him now, and you know, Des Saix, since that sort of a trial we had I have never said one word of reproach. I was not going to trample on a fallen man. But, you know, all that business, to use a coarse old English expression, sticks in my gizzard. It was not honourable, nor gentlemanly; I won't add noble.
But I will have this matter cleared up, and you will have to apologise to me and the Count." "And to Viscount Morny des Saix," cried Rodd. "Yes, my boy; exactly," said the doctor; and then to the skipper "If you are wrong!" Saying this, he literally stamped out of the cabin. "Where are you going, uncle?" cried Rodd, following. "Up on deck, my boy," cried the doctor, without turning his head.
"No, indeed," said I, amused at his query and the funny wink that accompanied it. "What has become of that spiteful little beggar?" "Begorrah, ye'll laugh an' be amused, but he's marri'd to a wife as big as one of thim grannydeers we onst took in the ould barquey to Bermuda, d'ye rimimber? Faith, she's saix feet hoigh, an' broad in the b'ame in proporshi'n.
"Expedition into the forest, uncle," said the boy frankly. "Expedition into the forest, sir! Um ah! Well. Yes, I'm afraid I was thinking about it too. I am so sorry, Des Saix. But welcome all the same, if you will forgive me." "Forgive you, yes!" said the Count warmly. "That and a great deal more.
But the audience applauded throughout as though every word reached them; and when from time to time the Baroness wiped her brows with a very large handkerchief, they shook the building with their appreciation of her energy. Then came a loud rolling sentence, with the old words as an audible termination "de manifest infairiority of de tyrant saix!"
During this time the audience was applauding her loudly, and it was evident that she did not intend to lose a breath of their incense by any hurry on her own part. At last the voices and the hands and the feet were silent. Then she gave a last roll to her head and a last pat to the papers, and began. "De manifest infairiority of de tyrant saix ."
"You think it would be unfriendly to me and my son here to leave us in what you English people call the lurch; and therefore you are depriving yourself of what would be a great pleasure as naturalists and hunters in which you would indulge if we were not here." "My dear Des Saix, I do wish you would not talk about it," cried the doctor.
"But they would not go alone. You would have full charge of your nephew." "Now, Des Saix!" snorted the doctor. "Let me finish," said the Count good-humouredly; "and as a man in whom I place full confidence I entrust you with the care of my son. Now, doctor, please, no more excuses. I will not deprive you of the pleasures a naturalist would enjoy in such an excursion.
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