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And in want of a long speech the best that I could do to explain would be to ask you to read certain books." An explosion of his breath in astonishment saved Westerling from harsh expletives. For one thing, he was piqued.
When the thing grows too horrible and I am about to cry out to Westerling that I am false, I hear his boast that he made the war as a last step in his ambition. And there is Dellarme's smile rising before me. He died so finely in defence of our garden!
She seemed utterly frail and so distraught that Westerling, in an impulse of protection, laid his hands on her relaxed shoulders. She could feel the pressure of each finger growing firmer in its power, while a certain eloquence possessed him in defiance of his apprehensions. "Our cause is at stake to-night," he declared, "yours and mine! We must win, you and I! It is our destiny!"
"The enemy seized his advantage," he said, "when he found that our reserves were on the march, out of touch with the wire to headquarters." Westerling forced a smile which he wanted to be a knowing smile. "Exactly! Of course their guns are making a lot of noise," he said. "It seems strange to you, no doubt, that they and not we should be attacking. Excellent!
"I'm afraid you will not have the chance," Westerling observed, as he returned the letter to Hugo, its reading unfinished. "What if every man held your views? What would become of the army and the nation?" he demanded. "Why, I think I have made that plain," replied Hugo. He appeared no less weary than Westerling over continual beating of the air to no purpose.
When he was absorbed his habit was to tap the desk edge with the blunt end of his pencil. "Some papers for your signature, sir," said the clerk as he slipped them on the blotter in front of Westerling. "And the 132d no order about that, sir?" he asked. "None. It remains!" Westerling replied. The clerk went out impressed. His chief taking to sums of subtraction and totally preoccupied!
"Last night we got a written telegraphic staff message from the body of a dead officer of the Browns found in the Twin Boulder Redoubt," said the vice-chief, "which showed that in an hour after our plans were transmitted to our own troops for the first attack they were known to the enemy." "That looks like a leak!" exclaimed Westerling, "a leak, Bouchard, do you hear?"
What would Westerling say when he found that her information had led his men into a trap when staff scepticism was proven right and he a false prophet? From the house came the confused sound of voices in puzzling chorus. It was not a cheer. It had the quality of a rapid fire of jubilant exclamation as a piece of news was passed from lip to lip. Then she heard that step which she knew so well.
That gives you a narrow front for one battalion, with two battalions in reserve to drive home your attack. The chief of staff himself desires that we take the Galland house before noon. The enemy must not have the encouragement of any successes." "So easy for Westerling to say," thought the colonel; while aloud he acknowledged the message with proper spirit.
Probably they have taken an outpost. Order a counter-attack!" exclaimed Westerling. "Nor is that the worst of it," said the vice-chief. "They are pressing at other well-chosen points. They threaten to pierce our centre." "Our centre!" gibed Westerling. "You do need rest. Our centre, where we have the column of last night's attack still concentrated!
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