CHAPTER VIII.
[THE QUESTION.]
"Sweep the room, Monsieur? And remove this medley? But, M. le Capitaine--"
"The captain is at the village," I replied sternly. "And do you move! move, man, and the thing will be done while you are talking about it. Set the door into the garden open--so!"
"Certainly, it is a fine morning. And the tobacco of M. le Lieutenant--But M. le Capitaine did not--"
"Give orders? Well, I give them!" I answered. "First of all, remove these beds. And bustle, man, bustle, or I will find something to quicken you."
In a moment-- "And M. le Capitaine's riding-boots?"
"Place them in the passage," I replied.
"Ohé! In the passage?" He paused, looking at them in doubt.
"Yes, booby; in the passage."