represented to him that it would be only fair to give you authentic news of your adversary,” he continued. “You'll be glad to hear he's getting better fast.”
Lieutenant D'Hubert's face exhibited no conventional signs of gladness. He continued to walk the floor of the dusty bare room.
“Take this chair, doctor,” he mumbled.
The doctor sat down.
“This affair is variously appreciated in town and in the army. In fact the diversity of opinions is amusing.”
“Is it?” mumbled Lieutenant D'Hubert, tramping steadily from wall to wall. But within himself he marvelled that there could be two opinions on the matter. The surgeon continued:
“Of course as the real facts are not known—”
“I should have thought,” interrupted D'Hubert, “that the fellow would have put you in possession of the facts.”
“He did say something,” admitted the other, “the first time I saw him. And, by-the-bye, I did find him in the garden. The thump on the back of his head had made him a little incoherent then. Afterwards he was rather reticent than otherwise.”
“Didn't think he would have the grace to be ashamed,” grunted D'Hubert, who had stood still for a moment. He resumed his pacing while the doctor murmured.
“It's very amusing. Ashamed? Shame was not exactly his frame of mind. However, you may look at the matter otherwise——”
“What are you talking about? What matter?” asked D'Hubert with a sidelong look at the heavy-faced, gray-haired figure seated on a wooden chair.
“Whatever it is,” said the surgeon, “I wouldn't pronounce an opinion on your conduct....”
“By heavens, you had better not,” burst out D'Hubert.
“There! There! Don't be so quick in flourishing the sword. It doesn't pay in the long run. Understand once for all that I would not carve any of you youngsters except with the tools of my trade. But my advice is good. Moderate your temper. If you go
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