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with complaints against his officers, you know. And it looked uncommonly
like sheer bravado.”
</p>
<p>
The two officers had arrived now at the street door of Lieut. Feraud’s
lodgings. The latter turned towards his companion. “Lieut. D’Hubert,” he
said, “I have something to say to you, which can’t be said very well in
the street. You can’t refuse to come up.”
</p>
<p>
The pretty maid had opened the door. Lieut. Feraud brushed past her
brusquely, and she raised her scared and questioning eyes to Lieut.
D’Hubert, who could do nothing but shrug his shoulders slightly as he
followed with marked reluctance.
</p>
<p>
In his room Lieut. Feraud unhooked the clasp, flung his new dolman on the
bed, and, folding his arms across his chest, turned to the other hussar.
</p>
<p>
“Do you imagine I am a man to submit tamely to injustice?” he inquired, in
a boisterous voice.
</p>
<p>
“Oh, do be reasonable!” remonstrated Lieut. D’Hubert.
</p>
<p>
“I am reasonable! I am perfectly reasonable!” retorted the other with
ominous restraint. “I can’t call the general to account for his behaviour,
but you are going to answer me for yours.”
</p>
<p>
“I can’t listen to this nonsense,” murmured Lieut. D’Hubert, making a
slightly contemptuous grimace.
</p>
<p>
“You call this nonsense? It seems to me a perfectly plain statement.
Unless you don’t understand French.”
</p>
<p>
“What on earth do you mean?”
</p>
<p>
“I mean,” screamed suddenly Lieut. Feraud, “to cut off your ears to teach
you to disturb me with the general’s orders when I am talking to a lady!”
</p>
<p>
A profound silence followed this mad declaration; and through the open
window Lieut. D’Hubert heard the little birds singing sanely in the
garden. He said, preserving his calm, “Why! If you take that tone, of
course I shall hold myself at your disposition whenever you are at liberty
to attend to this affair; but I don’t think you will cut my ears off.”
</p>
<p>
“I am going to attend to it at once,” declared Lieut. Feraud, with extreme
truculence. “If you are thinking of displaying your airs and graces
to-night in Madame de Lionne’s salon you are very much mistaken.”
</p>
<p>
“Really!” said Lieut. D’Hubert, who was beginning to feel irritated, “you
are an impracticable sort of fellow. The general’s orders to me were to
put you under arrest, not to carve you into small pieces. Good-morning!”
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