The compelling power of authority, the softening influence of the kindness affected deeply a man just risen from a bed of sickness. Lieutenant D'Hubert's hand, which grasped the knob of a stick, trembled slightly. But his northern temperament, sentimental but cautious and clear-sighted, too, in its idealistic way, predominated over his impulse to make a clean breast of the whole deadly absurdity. According to the precept of transcendental wisdom, he turned his tongue seven times in his mouth before he spoke. He made then only a speech of thanks, nothing more. The colonel listened interested at first, then looked mystified. At last he frowned.
“You hesitate—mille tonerres! Haven't I told you that I will condescend to argue with you—as a friend?”
“Yes, colonel,” answered Lieutenant D'Hubert softly, “but I am afraid that after you have heard me out as a friend, you will take action as my superior officer.”
The attentive colonel snapped his jaws.
“Well, what of that?” he said frankly. “Is it so damnably disgraceful?”
“It is not,” negatived Lieutenant D'Hubert in a faint but resolute voice.
“Of course I shall act for the good of the service—nothing can prevent me doing that. What do you think I want to be told for?”
“I know it is not from idle curiosity,” tested Lieutenant D'Hubert. “I know you will act wisely. But what about the good fame of the regiment?”
“It cannot be affected by any youthful folly of a lieutenant,” the colonel said severely.
“No, it cannot be; but it can be by evil tongues. It will be said that a lieutenant of the Fourth Hussars, afraid of meeting his adversary, is hiding behind his colonel. And that would be worse than hiding behind a haystack—for the good of the service. I cannot afford to do that, colonel.”