"Eh bien! Eh bien!" he retorted. "Eh bien!" And cleared his throat.
"Forgive them," I insisted. "They overslept. I don't want Suzette to marry a jail-bird."
Again he scratched his head and frowned. Suzette was in tears.
"Um! Difficult!" he grumbled. "Order for arrest once given—" Then he shot a glance at me. I caught a twinkle in his eye.
"Eh bien!" he roared. "There—I forgive them! Ah, those sacré musicians!"
Suzette stood there trembling, unable even to thank him, the colour coming and going in her peasant cheeks.
"Are they free, general?" I asked.
"Yes," he retorted, "both of them."
"Bravo!" I exclaimed.
"Understand that I have done it for the little girl—and you. Is that plain?"