from
Dalbarade to the wizened figure by the window, and back again to the
Minister. His look carried both calmness and defiance, but the defiance
came only from a sense of injury and unmerited disgrace.
"Monsieur," said the Minister with austerity, "in your further
examination we shall need to repeat some questions."
The prisoner nodded indifferently, and for a brief space there was
silence. The Duke stood by the window, the Minister by his table, the
prisoner near the door. Suddenly the prisoner, with an abrupt motion
of the hand towards two chairs, said with an assumption of ordinary
politeness:
"Will you not be seated?"
The remark was so odd in its coolness and effrontery, that the Duke
chuckled audibly. The Minister was completely taken aback. He glanced
stupidly at the two chairs--the only ones in the room--and at the
prisoner. Then the insolence of the thing began to work upon him, and
he was about to burst forth, when the Duke came forward, and politely
moving a chair near to the young commander, said:
"My distinguished compliments, monsieur le capitaine. I pray you accept
this chair."
With quiet self-possession and a matter-of-course air the prisoner bowed
politely, and seated himself, then with a motion of the hand backward
towards the door, said to the Duke: "I've been standing five hours
with some of those moutons in the ante-room. My profound thanks to
monseigneur."
Touching the angry Minister on the arm, the Duke said quietly:
"Dear monsieur, will you permit me a few questions to the prisoner?"
At that instant there came a tap at the door, and an orderly entered
with a letter to the Minister, who glanced at it hurriedly, then turned
to the prisoner and the Duke, as though in doubt what to do.
"I will be responsible for the prisoner, if you must leave us," said the
Duke at once.
"For a little, for a little--a matter of moment with the Minister of
War," answered Dalbarade, nodding, and with an air of abstraction left
the room.
The Duke withdrew to the window again, and seated himself in the
embrasure, at some little distance from the Englishman, who at once got
up and brought his chair closer. The warm sunlight of spring, streaming
through the window, was now upon his pale face, and strengthened it,
giving it fulness and the eye fire.
"How long have you been a prisoner, monsieur?" asked the Duke, at the
same time acknowledging the other's politeness with a bow.
"Since March,
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