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I made haste to answer, "No, no, my own troubles do not weigh so
heavy--but our General's death!"
"You are a patriot, my friend," he added warmly. "I could well
have been content with our success against your English army
without this deep danger to your person."
I put out my hand to him, but I did not speak, for just then
Doltaire entered. He was smiling at something in his thought.
"The fortunes are with the Intendant always," said he. "When
things are at their worst, and the King's storehouse, the dear
La Friponne, is to be ripped by our rebel peasants like a sawdust
doll, here comes this gay news of our success on the Ohio; and in
that Braddock's death the whining beggars will forget their empty
bellies, and bless where they meant to curse. What fools, to be
sure! They had better loot La Friponne. Lord, how we love fighting,
we French! And 'tis so much easier to dance, or drink, or love."
He stretched out his shapely legs as he sat musing.
Duvarney shrugged a shoulder, smiling. "But you, Doltaire--there's
no man out of France that fights more.


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