Sir Isumbras at the FordBroster, D. K. (Dorothy Kathleen)
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Sir Isumbras at the Ford
Broster, D. K. (Dorothy Kathleen)
English fiction -- 20th century; Historical fiction
Grain d'Orge nodded his great head. "Surely, Monsieur Augustin. 'M.
Alexis' had an agent of some kind living at Porhoët for the Jersey
correspondence, so that once I get into touch with him it should
not be difficult. One should take precautions, though, in spite
of the truce; is it not so, Monsieur Augustin?"
"The headache which I have at this moment, mon vieux, supplies a
sufficient answer to that question."
"You will not go to the peace conferences at La Prévalaye, then,
Monsieur Augustin?" asked his younger lieutenant.
La Vireville shrugged his shoulders. "Do you think, my dear Le
Goffic, that I am a particularly good exemplar of peace--a man
who has been fired on during this truce which Grain d'Orge so
rightly distrusts? No, I do not believe in the possibility of a
lasting peace at present, and I am sure that even if it is concluded
it will be broken in a month or two. Neither side really wants it;
they are merely deluded if they think they do. M. du Boishardy--he
writes to me from La Prévalaye itself--is young and enthusiastic,
and believes too readily in the good in other people. But he
recognises that he is not likely to see me there--otherwise he
would hardly have suggested my going over to Carhoët."
"Monsieur Augustin is right," said Grain d'Orge sagely, shaking
his grizzled locks. "Nobody wants a peace, and it will not last."
"Well, you shall guide me to Carhoët from Porhoët in a day or two.
I must make a try for Jersey to-night if the wind serves. Burn the
flare at ten o'clock, for I think we shall find that the Jersey
lugger will be off the point. I know that the Prince is impatient
to see me, and it is possible that he may have forgotten I was
coming from Southampton, not from here."
"I will see to the matter," said Le Goffic.
"There is something else of importance that I want to discuss with
you two," went on La Vireville, lowering his voice; and his two
dissimilar lieutenants, seated on the beech-mast like himself,
brought themselves nearer. "If--note that I only say _if_--there
were to be an émigré landing, supported by the British Government
this summer, somewhere in the Morbihan, do you think that our gars
could be relied on to follow me to Southern Brittany to co-operate
with it?"
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