"Har," roared Mr. Aiken, seemingly struck by the subtle humor of the remark. "Damned if you wouldn't joke if the deck was blowing off under you. Damned if I ever seen the likes of you now, captain."
Still under the spell of mirth he left us. The house door closed behind him, and Brutus glided into the room.
"Mademoiselle," said my father bowing, "I am sorry the cards have fallen so we must part. If you had as few pleasant things as I to remember, you also might understand how poignantly I regret it, even though I know it is for the best. It is time you were leaving such low company."
"I have found it pleasant sometimes," she replied a little wistfully. "It takes very little to please me, captain."
"Sometimes," he replied, smiling, "anything is pleasant, but only sometimes. Your brother has been notified, Mademoiselle. You should hear from him in a little while now, when this hurry and bustle is over, and when you see him, give him my regards and my regrets. And Mademoiselle" —he hesitated an instant—"would you think it insolent if I said I sometimes wished—Mon Dieu, Mademoiselle, do not take it so. It was entirely unpardonable of me."
Mademoiselle had hidden her face in her hands. My father, frowning slightly, rubbed his thumb along his sword blade.
"Forgive me, if you can," he said. "I have often feared my manners would fail me sometime."
She looked up at him then, and her eyes were very bright.
"Suppose," she said softly, "I told you there was nothing to forgive.
Suppose I said—"
My father, bowing his lowest, politely and rather hastily interrupted.