Here we
are not private enough. We may be interrupted at any moment, and
I wish to speak to you at length.'
'At length?' she muttered.
'Yes, Mademoiselle.'
I saw her shiver. 'What if I will not?" she said again.
'I might call to the nearest soldiers and tell them who you are,'
I answered coolly. 'I might do that, but I should not. That
were a clumsy way of punishing you, and I know a better way. I
should go to the Captain, Mademoiselle, and tell him whose horse
is locked up in the inn stable. A trooper told me--as someone
had told him--that it belonged to one of his officers; but I
looked through the crack, and I knew the horse again.'
She could not repress a groan. I waited; still she did not
speak.
'Shall I go to the Captain?' I said ruthlessly.
She shook the hood back from her face and looked at me.
'Oh, you coward! you coward!' she hissed through her teeth.
'If I had a knife!'
'But you have not, Mademoiselle,' I answered, unmoved. 'Be good
enough, therefore, to make up your mind which it is to be. Am I
to go with my news to the captain, or am I to come with you?'
'Give me the pitcher,' she said harshly.
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