"Tiens! Vous voilà."
In the stress of the situation Peyrol at once asked himself: "Now why does he say that? Where did he expect me to be?" The lieutenant need not have spoken at all. He had known him now for about two years off and on, and it had happened many times that they had sat side by side on that bench in a sort of "at arm's length" equality without exchanging a single word. And why could he not have kept quiet now? That naval officer never spoke without an object, but what could one make of words like that? Peyrol achieved an insincere yawn and suggested mildly:
"A bit of siesta wouldn't be amiss. What do you think, lieutenant?"
And to himself he thought: "No fear, he won't go to his room." He would stay there and thereby keep him, Peyrol, from going down to the cove. He turned his eyes on that naval officer, and if extreme and concentrated desire and mere force of will could have had any effect Lieutenant Réal would certainly have been removed suddenly from that bench. But he didn't move. And Peyrol was astonished to see that man smile, but what astonished him still more was to hear him say:
"The trouble is that you have never been frank with me, Peyrol."
"Frank with you," repeated the rover. "You want me to be frank with you? Well, I have wished you to the devil many times."
"That's better," said Lieutenant Réal. "But why? I never tried to do you any harm."
"Me harm," cried Peyrol, "to me?" But he faltered in his indignation as if frightened at it and ended in a very quiet tone: "You have been nosing in a lot of dirty papers to find something against a man who was not doing you any harm and was a seaman before you were born."
"Quite a mistake. There was no nosing amongst papers. I came on them quite by accident. I won't deny I was intrigué finding a man of your sort living in this place. But don't be uneasy. Nobody would trouble his head about you. It's a long time since you have been forgotten. Have no fear."
"You! You talk to me of fear . . .? No," cried the rover, "it's enough to turn a fellow into a sans-culotte if it weren't for the sight of that specimen sneaking around here."