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I know Vigoureux will get tired of this prolonged string of questions, and behave violently; then you will threaten him for having carried off a youth of tender years, and he will calm down, and become as mild as mother's milk, and will promise to gain information for you. In a week he will give the information that Fritz is to be found at the Hospital Magloire."
"Why, then," the Commandant pursued, in a steady musing voice, "it seems to follow that, even if I knew, I have not her permission to tell." The Lord Proprietor uncrossed and recrossed his legs irritably. "Come, come, Vigoureux, this will hardly do. Will it, now? I put it to you as a man of the world. No doubt it's all innocent enough, but folks will talk.
Save and except the Commandant, no man had ever crossed his will or disputed his authority. His rage swung back again upon the Commandant. It was all very well to plead that the Commandant had been in church at the time; but, after all, an officer must be held responsible for his men's doings. Let Major Vigoureux beware!
Miss Gabriel tapped the table impatiently. "Mr. Rogers," she said, "I think we had better attend to the game. Major Vigoureux is waiting for you to cut." She said it with her eyes upon the Commandant's hand, which was trembling. He wondered, as he dealt, if she had observed that it was trembling. If so, had she guessed the true reason? The score mounted to nine-eight.
In the dancing flame of it her diamonds sparkled as she turned to him. "Mrs. Treacher is upstairs," she said, "hunting out sheets to air for me. Now fill your pipe, please, and sit down and tell me all about it." Major Vigoureux found an old pipe on the mantel-shelf, dived in the tobacco jar for a few dry crumbs, filled, and lit and stamped out a spark that had dropped on the hearth-rug.
He stepped forward to the dais holding out his hand. "Hey? my old friend Vigoureux, have you quite forgotten me, in all these years?" "Ward!" exclaimed the Commandant, his face brightening with sudden recognition. But the visitor did not perceive this. "My dear fellow, why not give me the name as it rose to your lips? 'Tubby' Ward it used to be in the trenches, eh?
"From the garrison garden, sir; with the Governor's compliments, and understanding you to take an interest in bulbs." "Daffodils? Some species of narcissus, at any rate." The Lord Proprietor took one of the bulbs and examined it, turning it over. "I had no idea that Major Vigoureux er went in for this sort of thing, or I'd have done myself the pleasure of visiting his garden."
But his wrath still needed a vent, and he turned upon Archelaus again. "The Governor?" he echoed. "Are you ignorant that Major Vigoureux is not Governor of these Islands, nor has he been for three years? even if he had ever a right to the title."
Rogers a short man with a jolly smile lowering his glass and facing suddenly about at the sound of the Commandant's footfall. "Hullo! and good evening!" "Good evening!" responded Major Vigoureux. "Queer-looking sky out yonder." "So it is, now you come to mention it." The Commandant, shaken out of his brown study, slowly concentrated his gaze on the western horizon. "See that bank of fog?
"When you go there, you will recognize Vigoureux by the loss of his finger. He will at once admit that the lad followed him, and remained in the troupe for ten months. He was a good enough lad, but as grand as a peacock, and as lazy as a dormouse.
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