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A slight diversion was created by Clarette, who came to the ship to demand her husband from the Americans. It seemed almost impossible to convince her that Maurie was not hidden somewhere aboard, but at last they made the woman understand he had escaped with the German to Ostend.
So, you see, he's not the most enviable of mortals." "Much better she have be careful," said the Spanish woman; "some day he feel tire out and go to lover someone else. Please you geeve me some more clarette?" "Here comes Sir Dafyd," said the Englishman, as he filled her glass. "It has taken him a long time to find out how she is."
"What does she look like?" inquired Beth. "Have you her photograph?" "No; she would not make a good picture, mamselle," he answered with a sigh. "Clarette is large; she is fat; she has a way of scowling when one does not bring in more wood than the fire can eat up; and she is very religious." "With that description I am sure we can find her," cried Patsy enthusiastically. He seemed disturbed.
"There is plenty of charity for the Belgians these days. One has but to ask, and someone gives." "Then you will not let us have Maurie?" "No, mademoiselle." Then she unbent a little and added: "If my husband goes to you, they will be sure to catch him some day, and when they catch him they will shoot him." "Why?" "Don't you know?" "No." Clarette smiled grimly.
And since yesterday I have been thinking with more deliberation, and I have decided," he added, his tone becoming confidential, "that it is better I do not find Clarette just now. It might destroy my usefulness to the Red Cross." "But your children!" protested Patsy. "Surely you cannot rest at ease with your two dear children wandering about, in constant danger."
"If you please," said he plaintively, "Clarette is quite able to take care of herself. She has a strong will." "But if you know she is safe it will relieve your anxiety," suggested Beth. "You told us yesterday you had been searching everywhere for her." "If I said everywhere, I was wrong, for poor Clarette must be somewhere.
When she divorced the blacksmith he was disconsolate, and threatened vengeance; so her life is quite occupied in avoiding her first husband and keeping track of her second, who is too kind-hearted to threaten her as the blacksmith did. I really admire Clarette at a distance. She is positively charming when her mind is free from worry and the children are asleep."
Maurie removed his cap and scratched the hair over his left ear reflectively. "Ah, yes, the blacksmith!" said he. "I suspected that blacksmith fellow was not reliable." "How many husbands has Clarette?" "With the blacksmith, there are two of us," answered Maurie, brightly. "Doubtless there would be more if anything happened to me, for Clarette is very fascinating.
"Clarette is by nature temperamental, you know; she is highly sensitive, and I, alas! do not always please her." "Did she find you in Dunkirk?" asked the girl. "Almost, mamselle, but not quite.
"Did you not tell us, when first we met you, that you were heart-broken over the separation from your wife and children?" she inquired in severe tones. "Yes, of course, mamselle; it was a good way to arouse your sympathy," he admitted with an air of pride. "I needed sympathy at that time, and my only fear was that you would find Clarette, as you threatened to do.
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