They got into the carriage, travelled very fast all night, and by five
next morning they were at Havre. Bougainville himself chose the room
to be occupied by his friend, who, tired with the journey, and still
a little heavy from the previous day's dinner, slept and did not wake
till noon. Just as he was waking, Bougainville came into his room and
opened the windows. The abbé uttered a cry of surprise and admiration:
the windows looked out on the sea. A quarter of a league away _la
Boudeuse_ was riding gracefully in the roadstead, moored with two
anchors down.
"Oh!" asked the Abbé Rémy, "what is that magnificent vessel?"
"My friend," said Bougainville, "that is _la Boudeuse_, where we are
expected to dinner."
"What! Do you mean me to go on board?"
"Surely! You would not come all the way to Havre and return without
having seen over a ship! Why, my dear friend, it is just as though you
went to Rome without seeing the pope."
"True enough," said the Abbé Remy; "but when shall we return?"
"When you like.... after dinner--it is for you to decide.... You shall
give your orders and be captain on my vessel."
"Very good! Let us go soon rather than late.... We have taken fourteen
hours to come, but I shall take quite five or six days to return."
"What does it matter, as you have leave for a week?"
"I know that quite well, but, you see, there is Marianne...."
"You are picturing to yourself the cries of joy she will utter when she
sees you again?"
"Do you think they will be cries of joy?"
"Zounds! I hope so indeed!"
"I, too, hope so," said the Abbé in tones expressive of more doubt than
hope.
Then, like a man who has flung his cap over the windmill--"Come, come,"
he said, "to the frigate!"
Bougainville appeared to be waited on by genii, who also did the
bidding of the Abbé Rémy, and to such good purpose that, when the
latter exclaimed "To Havre!" he found the carriage all ready; and
in the same way, when he exclaimed, "To the frigate!" he found the
captain's gig in waiting. He got into the boat and sat down by
Bougainville, who took the helm. A dozen sailors waited with raised
oars.
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