Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Short stories
open as the day. Always correct in his behaviour. One had to trust him.
The colonel repressed manfully an immense curiosity. “H’m! You affirm that
as a man and an officer. . . . No option? Eh?”
</p>
<p>
“As an officer—an officer of the 4th Hussars, too,” insisted Lieut.
D’Hubert, “I had not. And that is the bottom of the affair, Colonel.”
</p>
<p>
“Yes. But still I don’t see why, to one’s colonel. . . . A colonel is a
father—que diable!”
</p>
<p>
Lieut. D’Hubert ought not to have been allowed out as yet. He was becoming
aware of his physical insufficiency with humiliation and despair. But the
morbid obstinacy of an invalid possessed him, and at the same time he felt
with dismay his eyes filling with water. This trouble seemed too big to
handle. A tear fell down the thin, pale cheek of Lieut. D’Hubert.
</p>
<p>
The colonel turned his back on him hastily. You could have heard a pin
drop. “This is some silly woman story—is it not?”
</p>
<p>
Saying these words the chief spun round to seize the truth, which is not a
beautiful shape living in a well, but a shy bird best caught by stratagem.
This was the last move of the colonel’s diplomacy. He saw the truth
shining unmistakably in the gesture of Lieut. D’Hubert raising his weak
arms and his eyes to heaven in supreme protest.
</p>
<p>
“Not a woman affair—eh?” growled the colonel, staring hard. “I don’t
ask you who or where. All I want to know is whether there is a woman in
it?”
</p>
<p>
Lieut. D’Hubert’s arms dropped, and his weak voice was pathetically
broken.
</p>
<p>
“Nothing of the kind, mon Colonel.”
</p>
<p>
“On your honour?” insisted the old warrior.
</p>
<p>
“On my honour.”
</p>
<p>
“Very well,” said the colonel, thoughtfully, and bit his lip. The
arguments of Lieut. D’Hubert, helped by his liking for the man, had
convinced him. On the other hand, it was highly improper that his
intervention, of which he had made no secret, should produce no visible
effect. He kept Lieut. D’Hubert a few minutes longer, and dismissed him
kindly.
</p>
<p>
“Take a few days more in bed. Lieutenant. What the devil does the surgeon
mean by reporting you fit for duty?”
</p>
<p>
On coming out of the colonel’s quarters, Lieut. D’Hubert said nothing to
the friend who was waiting outside to take him home. He said nothing to
anybody. Lieut. D’Hubert made no confidences. But on the evening of that
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