This persistence increased my embarrassment. I saw Mlle. Marguerite
impatiently tapping her foot on the floor. Despair seized me, and,
catching at the first phrase that came into my head, I said:
"Yes; and what did he die of?"
I had scarcely asked the question, when an angry look from Mlle.
Marguerite told me that I was suspected of irreverent mockery. Though I
was not conscious of anything worse than a foolish _gaucherie_, I did
all I could to give the conversation a more pleasant character. I spoke
of the pictures in the gallery, of the great emotions they must recall,
of the respectful interest I felt in contemplating the hero of these
glorious scenes. I even went into detail, and instanced with no certain
warmth of feeling two or three battles in which I thought the brig
Aimable had actually accomplished miracles. While I thus expressed the
courteous interest of good breeding, Mlle. Marguerite still, to my
surprise, regarded me with manifest dissatisfaction and annoyance.
Her grandfather, however, listened attentively, and I saw that his head
was rising little by little. A strange smile lighted up his haggard face
and swept away his wrinkles. All at once he rose, and, seizing the arms
of his chair, drew himself up to his full height; the glare of battle
flashed from the hollow sockets of his eyes, and he shouted in a
sonorous voice that made me start:
"Helm to windward! Hard to windward! Larboard fire! Lay to; lay to!
Grapple, smart now, we have them! Fire, there above! Sweep them well,
sweep the bridge! Now follow me—together—down with the English, down
with the cursed Saxon! Hurrah!"
With this last cry, which rattled hoarsely in his throat, he sank
exhausted into his chair; in vain his grand-daughter sought to aid him.
Mlle. Laroque, with a quick imperious gesture, urged me to depart, and I
left the room immediately. I found my way as best I could through the
labyrinth of corridors and staircases, congratulating myself very much
on the talent for _apropos_ which I had displayed in my interview with
the old captain of the Aimable.
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