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Pauline Belmont had not been as intimate as she might have been with Zulma Sarpy, both because they had been separated for many years during the school period, and because their characters did not exactly match. The timid, retiring, essentially domestic disposition of the one could not move on the same planes with the dashing, fearless, showy mood of the other.
In her usual decided way, she ordered the servant to drive back to Charlesbourg, inform her father why she had remained behind, and return to learn her wishes the next morning. "If I thought," said Batoche, "that Sieur Sarpy would be too anxious, I would go with your servant, and explain everything." "There is no need," replied Zulma.
The sick man smilingly acquiesced, and handed it to Pauline, saying: "We will read it together at breakfast." After a pause, during which Cary appeared to be collecting his thoughts, calmly, however, and without effort, he said to Batoche: "You return to-night?" "Yes, at once. It is growing late." "You will see Mademoiselle Sarpy and her father. You will thank them for their solicitude.
When Zulma Sarpy reached home on the evening of her eventful journey to Quebec, her aged father observed that she was under the influence of strong emotions. She would have preferred keeping to herself all that she had seen or heard, but he questioned her closely and she could not well evade replies.
She had heard, of course, of the great event which was the talk of the whole town, but never suspected that her father had been invited, and it was, therefore, with no misgiving that she accepted, at his solicitation, Eugene's offer of a trip to the Sarpy mansion, the particulars of which have already been set before the reader.
The battles of Lexington, Concord and Breed's Hill threw us on the defensive. But we could not be satisfied with that. We must act on the offensive. Congress then resolved to attack the English in Canada." "The English?" exclaimed Sieur Sarpy. "Yes, the English," said Zulma, turning towards her father with animation of look and gesture. "The English, not the French."
He further stated that, at the battle at Sault-au-Matelot, the young students of the Seminary found themselves engaged and behaved pretty well, but none of them suffered. This was a source of great pleasure to both Sieur Sarpy and Zulma and it dispelled their misgivings about Eugene.
Your daughter may have fallen in love with this young rebel girls cannot help such things, you know and the knowledge that his heart is turned to another may be precisely the thing that has preyed upon her mind, bringing her to her present pass." "But she and Zulma Sarpy are intimate friends." "So much the worse.
"I would know that form in a thousand." "What form?" "And that carriage." "Roddy, you don't intend to say?" "I tell you it is Zulma Sarpy." "You are jesting." "Look, she is waving her handkerchief." And so she was. She twisted and brandished it, and, in doing so, agitated her horse to that extent that he fell back on his haunches and pawed with his front feet.
Sieur Sarpy looked on, and appeared pleased. No doubt a similar assurance awoke within him. "If Batoche comes at all, he will come to-night. We know his punctuality and his readiness to do a service. The weather is bad and the roads must be in a wretched state, but this will be no obstacle to his reaching the mansion. We learn, however, that a great many prisoners have been taken.
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