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A long pause occurred, in which Raoul remained stead-fastly gazing at the starry canopy above. "It is remarkable, Ghita," he said, at length, "that I Raoul Yvard the corsair the man of wars and tempests combats and hairbreadth escapes should be dying here, on this rock, with all those stars looking down upon me, as it might be, from your heaven, seeming to smile upon me!"
"Monsieur Yvard," he at length said, "I ask your forgiveness sincerely, and from the bottom of my heart. I did not know you, or such a proposal would never have insulted you, or disgraced a British officer, in my person. Nelson, too, is the last man living to wound the feelings of an honorable enemy; but we did not know you.
"It will be my duty, Captain Yvard, to report to Captain Cuffe where I found the Folly, where I left her, and where I think she is steering. Even your armament, crew, and all such little particulars, I shall be questioned on; I must answer honestly." "Mon cher, you are 'honest fellow, as you Anglais say.
Depend upon it, some powerful person is behind Yvard. Most likely Madame du Maine. What say you to an adventure?" My blood was in the humor for sport, the wine heated me somewhat, and recking not of consequences I caught at his idea. "Willingly, comrade, but what?"
"We made our number when we saw the lugger with an English ensign set, for we did not suppose a Frenchman would be quietly lying in a Tuscan port; but the answer we got was nonsense; and then we remembered to have heard that this Raoul Yvard was in the habit of playing such tricks all along the Italian coast. Once on the scent, we were not the men to be easily thrown off it.
Another man would have been alarmed at finding himself in such close vicinity to his enemies; but Raoul Yvard was amused, rather than rendered uneasy, by the circumstance. He had faith in his disguise; and he was much too familiar with incidents of this sort not to retain his self-command and composure.
He approached Madame at the table with a semblance of that swagger affected by the weakling in presence of women, yet permitting the wandering eye and uncertain gestures to betray his uneasiness. Something had evidently gone wrong with my lord. "Have you heard, Celeste, of Yvard?" he inquired, dropping into a seat. My ears quickened at the familiar name. "Well, what of him?"
Ghita uttered a faint exclamation, and, looking up, first saw that the feigned lazzarone was no other than Raoul Yvard. As her uncle was too unobservant in general to detect his disguise, he made a sign for her to command herself, and continued rowing as if nothing had occurred. "Be at ease, Ghita," said Carlo; "it is not yet the time, and we have twenty good minutes for our aves."
"You may do well to think of this, Monsieur Yvard," observed the captain, after a pause of quite a minute. "The interest at stake is so heavy, that reflection may yet induce you to change your mind." "Monsieur Cuffe, I pardon you, if you can pardon yourself," answered Raoul, with severe dignity in his manner, rising as he spoke, as if disdaining civilities which came from his tempter.
Had there been a Rule Yvard on board each of the Frenchmen at the Nile, over here in Egypt, Nelson would have found that his letter stood in need of some postscripts, I guess." "Confine your answers, witness, to the purport of the question," put in Cuffe, with dignity.
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