White Lies [140]
"He is prejudiced. He has been digging a thundering long mine here, and now you are going to make his child useless. We none of us like that. But when he gets the colors in his hand, and the storming column at his back, his misgivings will all go to the wind, and the enemy after them, unless he has been committing some crime, and is very much changed from what I knew him four years ago."
"Colonel Raynal," said one of the other colonels, politely but firmly, "pray do not assume that Colonel Dujardin is to lead the column; there are three other claimants. General Raimbaut is to select from us four."
"Yes, gentlemen, and in a service of this kind I would feel grateful to you all if you would relieve me of that painful duty."
"Gentlemen," said Dujardin, with an imperceptible sneer, "the general means to say this: the operation is so glorious that he could hardly without partiality assign the command to either of us four claimants. Well, then, let us cast lots."
The proposal was received by acclamation.
"The general will mark a black cross on one lot, and he who draws it wins the command."
The young colonels prepared their lots with almost boyish eagerness. These fiery spirits were sick to death of lying and skulking in the trenches. They flung their lots into the hat. After them, who should approach the hat, lot in hand, but Raynal. Dujardin instantly interfered, and held his arm as he was in the act of dropping in his lot.
"What is the matter?" said Raynal, sharply.
"This is our affair, Colonel Raynal. You have no command in this army."
"I beg your pardon, sir, I have yours."
"Not till to-morrow."
"Why, you would not take such a pettifogging advantage of an old comrade as that."
"Tell him the day ends at twelve o'clock," said one of the colonels interested by this strange strife.
"Ah!" cried Raynal, triumphantly; "but no," said he, altering his tone, "let us leave that sort of argument to lawyers. I have come a good many miles to fight with you, general; and now you must decide to pay me this little compliment on my arrival, or put a bitter affront on me--choose!"
While the old general hesitated, Camille replied, "Since you take that tone there can be but one answer. You are too great a credit to the French army for even an apparent slight to be put on you here. The rule, I think, is, that one of the privates shall hold the hat.--Hallo! Private Dard, come here--there--hold this hat."
"Yes, colonel.--Lord, here is my young mistress's husband!"
"Silence!"
And they began to draw, and, in the act of drawing, a change of manner was first visible in these gay and ardent spirits.
"It is not I," said one, throwing away his lot.
"Nor I."
"It is I," said Raynal; then with sudden gravity, "I am the lucky one."
And now that the honor and the danger no longer floated vaguely over four heads, but had fixed on one, a sudden silence and solemnity took the place of eager voices.
It was first broken by Private Dard saying, with foolish triumph, "And I held the hat for you, colonel."
"Ah, Raynal!" said General Raimbaut, sorrowfully, "it was not worth while to come from Egypt for this."
Raynal made no reply to this. He drew out his watch, and said calmly, he had no time to lose; he must inspect the detachments he was to command. "Besides," said he, "I have some domestic arrangements to make. Hitherto on these occasions I was a bachelor, now I am married." General Raimbaut could not help sighing. Raynal read this aright, and turned to him, "A droll marriage, my old friend; I'll tell you all about it if ever I have the time. It began with a purchase, general, and ends with--with a bequest, which I might as well write now, and so have nothing to think of but duty afterwards. Where can I write?"
"Colonel Dujardin will lend you his tent, I am sure."
"Certainly."
"And, messieurs," said Raynal, "if I waste time you need not. You can pick me my men from your brigades. Give me a strong spice of old hands."
The colonels withdrew on this, and General
"Colonel Raynal," said one of the other colonels, politely but firmly, "pray do not assume that Colonel Dujardin is to lead the column; there are three other claimants. General Raimbaut is to select from us four."
"Yes, gentlemen, and in a service of this kind I would feel grateful to you all if you would relieve me of that painful duty."
"Gentlemen," said Dujardin, with an imperceptible sneer, "the general means to say this: the operation is so glorious that he could hardly without partiality assign the command to either of us four claimants. Well, then, let us cast lots."
The proposal was received by acclamation.
"The general will mark a black cross on one lot, and he who draws it wins the command."
The young colonels prepared their lots with almost boyish eagerness. These fiery spirits were sick to death of lying and skulking in the trenches. They flung their lots into the hat. After them, who should approach the hat, lot in hand, but Raynal. Dujardin instantly interfered, and held his arm as he was in the act of dropping in his lot.
"What is the matter?" said Raynal, sharply.
"This is our affair, Colonel Raynal. You have no command in this army."
"I beg your pardon, sir, I have yours."
"Not till to-morrow."
"Why, you would not take such a pettifogging advantage of an old comrade as that."
"Tell him the day ends at twelve o'clock," said one of the colonels interested by this strange strife.
"Ah!" cried Raynal, triumphantly; "but no," said he, altering his tone, "let us leave that sort of argument to lawyers. I have come a good many miles to fight with you, general; and now you must decide to pay me this little compliment on my arrival, or put a bitter affront on me--choose!"
While the old general hesitated, Camille replied, "Since you take that tone there can be but one answer. You are too great a credit to the French army for even an apparent slight to be put on you here. The rule, I think, is, that one of the privates shall hold the hat.--Hallo! Private Dard, come here--there--hold this hat."
"Yes, colonel.--Lord, here is my young mistress's husband!"
"Silence!"
And they began to draw, and, in the act of drawing, a change of manner was first visible in these gay and ardent spirits.
"It is not I," said one, throwing away his lot.
"Nor I."
"It is I," said Raynal; then with sudden gravity, "I am the lucky one."
And now that the honor and the danger no longer floated vaguely over four heads, but had fixed on one, a sudden silence and solemnity took the place of eager voices.
It was first broken by Private Dard saying, with foolish triumph, "And I held the hat for you, colonel."
"Ah, Raynal!" said General Raimbaut, sorrowfully, "it was not worth while to come from Egypt for this."
Raynal made no reply to this. He drew out his watch, and said calmly, he had no time to lose; he must inspect the detachments he was to command. "Besides," said he, "I have some domestic arrangements to make. Hitherto on these occasions I was a bachelor, now I am married." General Raimbaut could not help sighing. Raynal read this aright, and turned to him, "A droll marriage, my old friend; I'll tell you all about it if ever I have the time. It began with a purchase, general, and ends with--with a bequest, which I might as well write now, and so have nothing to think of but duty afterwards. Where can I write?"
"Colonel Dujardin will lend you his tent, I am sure."
"Certainly."
"And, messieurs," said Raynal, "if I waste time you need not. You can pick me my men from your brigades. Give me a strong spice of old hands."
The colonels withdrew on this, and General