Taelinck. It seems to me you’ve been looking out for yourself already. Was the portmanteau quite empty like that?
D’Eglantiers (somewhat embarrassed). Well, there wasn’t much in it.
Taelinck. You’re not a man of your word, Captain! You promised that we should share and share alike, whatever was in it.
D’Eglantiers. When there is nothing, there’s nothing to share; do you hear?
Taelinck. You might at least have waited to open it till I was there.
D’Eglantiers. Lieutenant, you’re becoming insolent; you’re forgetting discipline!
Taelinck. I shall let the General know that you keep all the loot to yourself.
D’Eglantiers. There stands the girl,—ask; let her témoigner whether there was anything in it but——
Maria. But eight linen shirts, which the Captain gave me to put away in the cupboard. Shall I get them out, Captain?
D’Eglantiers. Yes, yes,—here’s the key! (Aside.) That’s a little jewel of a girl!