Part 53 (1/2)

”We will have the honor of explaining to Monsieur le Docteur, over our coffee, if he will oblige us by ordering the servant to retire,” said Traverse, who sometimes adopted, in speaking to the old Frenchman, his own formal style of politeness. ”Go, then, John!”

”Oui, oui, certainement! Allez donc, John!”

As soon as the man had gone, Traverse said:

”I propose to discuss this business over our coffee, because it will save time without interfering with our morning meal, and I know that immediately afterwards you will go your usual round of visits to your patients.”

”Eh bien! proceed, my son! proceed!”

Traverse immediately commenced and related all that was necessary concerning the fraud practised upon the inst.i.tution by introducing into it an unfortunate woman, represented to be mad, but really only sorrowful, nervous and excitable. And to prove the truth of his words, Traverse desired Herbert to read from the confession the portion relating to this fraud, and to show the doctor the signature of the princ.i.p.al and the witness.

To have seen the old French doctor then! I rejoice in a Frenchman, for the frank abandon with which he gives himself up to his emotions! Our doctor, after staring at the confession, took hold of the top of his blue ta.s.seled night-cap, pulled it off his head and threw it violently upon the floor! Then remembering that he was exposing a cranium as bald as a peeled potato, he suddenly caught it up again, clapped it upon his crown and exclaimed:

”Sacre! Diable!” and other e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns dreadful to translate, and others again which it would be profane to set down in French or English.

Gabriel Le Noir was no longer an officer ill.u.s.trious, a gentleman n.o.ble and distinguished, compa.s.sionate and tender; he was a robber infamous!

a villain atrocious, a caitiff ruth, and without remorse!

After breakfast the doctor consented that his young hero, his little knight-errant, his dear son, should go to the distressed lady and open the good news to her, while the great Major Greyson, the warrior invincible, should go around with himself to inspect the inst.i.tution.

Traverse immediately repaired to the chamber of Mrs. Le Noir, whom he found sitting at the window, engaged in some little trifle of needlework, the same pale, patient woman that she had first appeared to him.

”Ah, you have come! I read good news upon your smiling face, my friend!

Tell it! I have borne the worst of sorrows! Shall I not have strength to bear joy?”

Traverse told her all, and then ended by saying:

”Now, dear madame, it is necessary that we leave this place within two hours, as Major Greyson's regiment leaves New Orleans for Was.h.i.+ngton to-morrow, and it is advisable that you go under our protection. We can get you a female attendant from the St. Charles.”

”Oh, I can be ready in ten minutes! Bless you, I have no fine lady's wardrobe to pack up!” replied Mrs. Le Noir, with a smile.

Traverse bowed and went out to procure a carriage from the next village. And in half an hour afterwards the whole party took leave of Doctor Pierre St. Jean and his ”inst.i.tution in-comparable,” and set forth on their journey to New Orleans, whence in two days afterwards they sailed for the North. And now, dear reader, let you and I take the fast boat and get home before them, to see our little Cap, and find out what adventures she is now engaged in, and how she is getting on.

CHAPTER x.x.x.

CAPITOLA A CAPITALIST.

Plumed victory Is truly painted with a cheerful look, Equally distant from proud insolence And sad dejection.

--Ma.s.sINGER.

How glad I am to get back to my little Cap, for I know very well, reader, just as well as if you had told me, that you have been grumbling for some time for the want of Cap. But I could not help it, for, to tell the truth, I was pining after her myself, which was the reason that I could not do half justice to the scenes of the Mexican War.

Well, now let us see what Cap has been doing--what oppressors she has punished--what victims she has delivered--in a word, what new heroic adventures she has achieved.

Well, the trial of Donald Bayne, alias Black Donald, was over. Cap, of course, had been compelled to appear against him. During the whole course of the trial the court-room was crowded with a curious mult.i.tude, ”from far and near,” eager to get sight of the notorious outlaw.