“Captain,” said the General, who had been listening nervously, “Captain, I thought I had given you to understand that I desired to be en famille.”
“And I, General, not guessing the conversation could be so entertaining for you, came to propose our usual remedy against low spirits: a game at piquet.”
“Thank you, Captain, no cards this afternoon; I am anxious to talk to my nephew.”
[1] The Victoria Cross of the Dutch.
Chapter XIII.
Francis ordered Rolf off in search of her riding-whip which she had lost on the heath in the morning, making sure this would keep him out of the way for a time.
“It’s no easy matter to find such a thing in the sand,” he growled, as he limped off.
“But, you know, I want it very much, and if you can find it you will do me a great pleasure,” Francis called after him.