"So do I."
There was a gaunt, grim, stern significance in the three monosyllables
that escaped him unconsciously; it made her turn and look at him more
closely.
"How has he offended you?" she asked.
Chateauroy laughed off her question.
"In a thousand ways, madame. Chiefly because I received my regimental
training under one who followed the traditions of the Armies of Egypt
and the Rhine, and have, I confess little tolerance, in consequence,
of a rebel who plays the martyr, and a soldier who is too effeminate an
idler to do anything except attitudinize in interesting situations to
awaken sympathy."
She listened with something of distaste upon her face where she still
leaned against the marble balustrade, toying with the ivory Bedouins.
"I am not much interested in military discussion," she said coldly,
"but I imagine--if you will pardon me for saying so--that you do your
Corporal some little injustice here. I should not fancy he 'affects'
anything, to judge from the very good tone of his manners. For the rest,
I shall not keep the chessmen without making him fitting payment for
them; since he declines money, you will tell me what form that had
better take to be of real and welcome service to a Chasseur d'Afrique."
Chateauroy, more incensed than he chose or dared to show, bowed
courteously, but with a grim, ironic smile.
"If you really insist, give him a Napoleon or two whenever you see him;
he will be very happy to take it and spend it au cabaret, though he
played the aristocrat to-day.
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