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Updated: June 21, 2025
It seems Florine saw and recognized me when I returned to the gaming room, having left Madame la Princesse. She knew too, in some way which I did not learn, that neither Broussard nor I had left Bertrand's that night. This, though the Provost's men had been searching the city for us both. She kept her knowledge to herself.
The sound of his iron hoofs pounding the icy road as he fled, driven by fear and anguish, cut the silence like a knife. The two men listened to the clear metallic sound borne upon the clear atmosphere by the winter wind. "He's a good messenger," said Broussard, "he is making straight for the post."
With a good fire, plenty of cigars, and Broussard's cheerful singing, their plight was not so bad. But a disturbing thought came to both of them. "The horse running back riderless, will alarm my wife and daughter," said Colonel Fortescue after a while. Broussard made no reply; he hoped that Anita would be a little frightened about him.
Never had Colonel Fortescue felt greater pity for a man than for Broussard then. The shame of confessing that his mother's son had forfeited his honor was like death itself to Broussard. "But there is joy in Heaven over a penitent sinner," said Colonel Fortescue, who believed in God, and was neither afraid nor ashamed to say so. Broussard bowed his head.
"When my mother married your father, I was fourteen years old. She gave me the wedding ring my father had given her; she put it on my finger and it has never been removed since but I will take it off to show to you." Lawrence pulled the ring off and Broussard, under the glare of the electric lamp, read the initials and the date he had seen in the family record.
Lawrence rose to his feet, and stood, trembling like a leaf. Broussard rose, too. By some strange, psychic foreknowledge, Broussard knew that some disclosure, poignant and even vital to himself, was then to be made by Lawrence. It came in Lawrence's next words, dragged out of him, as it were, by a force like that which drags the soul from the body.
"Oh, well," said Mrs. Fortescue, touching the harpstrings, "If you are fomenting a love affair between Anita at Fort Blizzard and Broussard in the tropics, it is your affair." "Elizabeth," said the Colonel, "I am not a person to foment love affairs, or any other private and personal affairs." "I said if you were fomenting a love affair, John," replied Mrs.
She sat there, talking with men who had served in the Philippines, and they said she knew as much as they did." "Broussard is in the Philippines," replied Mrs. Fortescue quietly. Colonel Fortescue dashed his cigar into the fireplace and remained silent for five minutes. "At any rate," he said presently, "The child's love affair hasn't made a fool of her. She is actually learning something from it.
At the end, Colonel Fortescue nodded his head in approval. "I used to sing that song," he said, "when I was a youngster, but I never had a fine voice like yours. Tune up again." Broussard tuned up again, and this time it was a sweet old sentimental ballad.
"Then his name is not Henley?" "Why not, M'sieur? The ol' Judge was his father." The whole thing came to me in a flash, as I stared across at the mate, who scarcely realized yet the revelation made. He was brooding over his wrongs, and how he was to be avenged. "Good God!" I breathed, "so that 's the way of it!" Broussard looked up, a cunning smile on his face. "By Gar, I forget," he said softly.
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