"But what is it? Do not weary me, my brother."
"Well, it is this; the good God has sent me a child."
"What, the devil! have you been fool enough to get married?"
"No, no, gracious lord."
"Well, how then!" repeated the chief of squadron, contracting the gray brows upon his wrinkled forehead.
"My lord does not comprehend at all?"
"No; the devil! I do not comprehend at all; I am waiting for you to explain yourself more clearly."
"Some time ago--it was in the month of April--some one came and left a baby near my cabin."
"How? What? When?" exclaimed the chief of squadron, moving about anxiously.
"It was in the month of April."