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Admiral de Saint Vilquier will do anything for us Kergouëts; I myself will go to him, and and explain." But Jacques de Wissant scarcely heard the eager, pitiful words. He had thrust his wife from his mind, and her place had been taken by his honour his honour and that of his children, of happy, light-hearted Clairette and Jacqueline.
"Commander Dupré," said Jacques de Wissant in a low, bitter tone, "was not too conscientious or too loyal an officer to break that regulation, for there is, I repeat it, a woman in the Neptune." The Admiral sat down again. "But this is serious very serious," he muttered. He was thinking of the effect, not only at home but abroad, of such a breach of discipline.
The difficult work of unsealing the conning tower was then proceeded with in the presence of Admiral de Saint Vilquier, whose prowess as a midshipman is still remembered by British Crimean veterans and of the Mayor of Falaise, M. Jacques de Wissant. At last there came a guttural exclamation of "Ça y est!" and Dr.
Better to defer for a season the conquest of Rome, than to be spoiled of his own realm. In a little while he would come again, and then would go to Rome. With these words Arthur set forth towards Wissant, making complaint of the falseness of Mordred, who had turned him away from his conquest; for the warships lay at Wissant ready for sea. Mordred learned of Arthur's purpose.
Still, it was only proper that his wife should be spared the shock of hearing in some casual way of this awful accident. Claire had always been sensitive, curiously so, to everything that concerned the Navy. Admiral de Saint Vilquier had recalled the horrible submarine disaster of Bizerta harbour; Jacques de Wissant now remembered uncomfortably how very unhappy that sad affair had made Claire.
They were now rushing past the Pavilion de Wissant. What a pity it was that Claire had not remained quietly at home to-day! It would have been so much pleasanter if one could think of anything being pleasant in such a connection to have gone in and told her the sad news at home.
And then for no particular reason, save that his wife Claire was very present to him Jacques de Wissant bethought himself that it was most unlikely that any tidings of the accident could yet have reached the Châlet des Dunes, the lonely villa on the shore where Claire was now lunching with her sister. But at any moment some casual visitor from the town might come out there with the sad news.
The next day they rode toward Boulogne and came to the town of Wissant: there the king and the prince lodged, and tarried there a day to refresh his men, and on the Wednesday the king came before the strong town of Calais.
When and where do you propose that this encounter shall take place?" "To-morrow morning about four o'clock on the sands between Calais and Wissant." In spite of all that had gone before, Medenham was unprepared for this categorical answer. Were he in full possession of his faculties he must have seen the trap into which he was being decoyed.
But Jacques de Wissant was unconscious, uncaring of the beauty round him, either in the room or without, and when at last he walked forward to the window, his face hardened as his eyes instinctively sought out the spot where, if hidden from his sight, he knew there lay the deep transparent waters of the little bay which had been selected as providing ideal quarters for the submarine flotilla.
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