"How still it is here."
"Yes, it is quiet enough."
"You can hear the birds singing."
"Sit down, then, dear lady."
And he drew up an arm-chair for her.
She took a seat with her back to the light.
"Emiral, I came to bring you a very important message, a message. . ."
"Explain."
"Emiral, have you ever seen Prince Crucho?"
"Never."
She sighed.
"It is a great pity. He would be so
delighted to see you! He
esteems and
appreciates you. He has your
portrait on his desk beside his mother's. What a
pity it is he is not better known! He is a
charmingprince and so
grateful for
what is done for him! He will be a great king. For he will be king without
doubt. He will come back and sooner than people think. . . . What I have to
tell you, the message with which I am entrusted, refers
precisely to. . ."
The Emiral stood up.
"Not a word more, dear lady. I have the
esteem, the confidence of the
Republic. I will not
betray it. And why should I
betray it? I am loaded
honours and dignities."
"Allow me to tell you, my dear Emiral, that your honours and dignities are far
from equalling what you
deserve. If your services were
properly rewarded, you
would be Emiralissimo and Generalissimo, Commander-in-chief of the troops both
on land and sea. The Republic is very un
grateful to you."
"All governments are more or less un
grateful."
"Yes, but the Republicans are
jealous of you. That class of person is always
afraid of his superiors. They cannot
endure the Services. Everything that has
to do with the navy and the army is
odious to them. They are afraid of you."
"That is possible."
"They are wretches; they are ruining the country. Don't you wish to save
Penguinia?
"In what way?"
"By
sweeping away all the
rascals of the Republic, all the Republicans."
"What a proposal to make to me, dear lady!"
"It is what will certainly be done, if not by you, then by some one else. The
Generalissimo, to mention him alone, is ready to throw all the ministers,
deputies, and senators into the sea, and to recall Prince Crucho."
"Oh, the
rascal, the scoundrel," exclaimed the Emiral.
"Do to him what he would do to you. The
prince will know how to recognise your
services, He will give you the Constable's sword and a
magnificent grant. I am
commissioned, in the mean time, to hand you a
pledge of his royal friendship."
As she said these words she drew a green cockade from her bosom.
"What is that?" asked the Emiral.
"It is his colours which Crucho sends you."
"Be good enough to take them back."
"So that they may be offered to the Generalissimo who will accept them! . . .
No, Emiral, let me place them on your
glorious breast."
Chatillon
gently repelled the lady. But for some minutes he thought her
extremely pretty, and he felt this
impression still more when two bare arms
and the rosy palms of two
delicate hands touched him
lightly. He yielded
almost immediately. Olive was slow in
fastening the
ribbon. Then when it was
done she made a low
courtesy and saluted Chatillon with the title of
Constable.
"I have been
ambitious like my comrades," answered the sailor, "I don't hide
it, and perhaps I am so still; but u on my word of honour, when I look at you,
the only, desire I feel is for a
cottage and a heart."
She turned upon him the
charmingsapphire glances that flashed from under her
eyelids.
"That is to be had also . . . what are you doing, Emiral?"
"I am looking for the heart."
When she left the Admiralty, the Viscountess went immediately to the Reverend
Father Agaric to give an
account of her visit.
"You must go to him again, dear lady," said that
austere monk.