Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Short stories
“What is it you want with me?” he asked, with astonishing indifference.
Lieut. D’Hubert could not imagine that in the innocence of his heart and
simplicity of his conscience Lieut. Feraud took a view of his duel in
which neither remorse nor yet a rational apprehension of consequences had
any place. Though he had no clear recollection how the quarrel had
originated (it was begun in an establishment where beer and wine are drunk
late at night), he had not the slightest doubt of being himself the
outraged party. He had had two experienced friends for his seconds.
Everything had been done according to the rules governing that sort of
adventures. And a duel is obviously fought for the purpose of someone
being at least hurt, if not killed outright. The civilian got hurt. That
also was in order. Lieut. Feraud was perfectly tranquil; but Lieut.
D’Hubert took it for affectation, and spoke with a certain vivacity.
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“I am directed by the general to give you the order to go at once to your
quarters, and remain there under close arrest.”
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It was now the turn of Lieut. Feraud to be astonished. “What the devil are
you telling me there?” he murmured, faintly, and fell into such profound
wonder that he could only follow mechanically the motions of Lieut.
D’Hubert. The two officers, one tall, with an interesting face and a
moustache the colour of ripe corn, the other, short and sturdy, with a
hooked nose and a thick crop of black curly hair, approached the mistress
of the house to take their leave. Madame de Lionne, a woman of eclectic
taste, smiled upon these armed young men with impartial sensibility and an
equal share of interest. Madame de Lionne took her delight in the infinite
variety of the human species. All the other eyes in the drawing-room
followed the departing officers; and when they had gone out one or two
men, who had already heard of the duel, imparted the information to the
sylph-like ladies, who received it with faint shrieks of humane concern.
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Meantime, the two hussars walked side by side, Lieut. Feraud trying to
master the hidden reason of things which in this instance eluded the grasp
of his intellect, Lieut. D’Hubert feeling annoyed at the part he had to
play, because the general’s instructions were that he should see
personally that Lieut. Feraud carried out his orders to the letter, and at
once.
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“The chief seems to know this animal,” he thought, eyeing his companion,
whose round face, the round eyes, and even the twisted-up jet black little
moustache seemed animated by a mental exasperation against the
incomprehensible.
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