"It is your friend from Louisbourg, who was
going to put you in irons, and send you to France for trial when the
mutinous garrison threatened to surrender the place if we did not
pay them."
Varin was not so intoxicated but the name of Philibert roused his
anger. He set his cup down with a bang upon the table. "I will not
taste a drop more till he is gone," said he; "curse Galissoniere's
crooked neck--could he not have selected a more welcome messenger to
send to Beaumanoir? But I have got his name in my list of debtors,
and he shall pay up one day for his insolence at Louisbourg."
"Tut, tut, shut up your books! you are too mercantile for gentlemen,"
replied Bigot. "The question is, shall we allow Colonel Philibert
to bring his orders into the hall? Par Dieu! we are scarcely
presentable!"
But whether presentable or no, the words were scarcely spoken, when,
impatient at the delay, Philibert took advantage of the open door
and entered the great hall. He stood in utter amazement for a
moment at the scene of drunken riot which he beheld.
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