"I shall inform the Bourgeois
of your Excellency's wishes," said he, "and--"
"Inform him of my commands!" exclaimed Bigot, sharply. "What! have
you more to say? But you would not be the chief clerk of the
Bourgeois without possessing a good stock of his insolence!"
"Pardon me, your Excellency!" replied the chief clerk, "I was only
going to observe that His Excellency the Governor and the Commander
of the Forces both have decided that the officers may transfer their
warrants to whomsoever they will."
"You are a bold fellow, with your Breton speech; but by all the
saints in Saintonge, I will see whether the Royal Intendant or the
Bourgeois Philibert shall control this matter! And as for you--"
"Tut! cave canem! let this cur go back to his master," interrupted
Cadet, amused at the coolness of the chief clerk. "Hark you,
fellow!" said he, "present my compliments--the Sieur Cadet's
compliments--to your master, and tell him I hope he will bring his
next batch of army bills himself, and remind him that it is soft
falling at low tide out of the windows of the Friponne.
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