THERE was never any talk of a recovery, and no time was lost in getting the man's deposition.He gave but the one account of it:
that he had committed suicide because he was sick of seeing so many Englishmen.The doctor vowed it was impossible, the nature and direction of the wound forbidding it.Goguelat replied that he was more ingenious than the other thought for, and had propped up the weapon in the ground and fallen on the point - 'just like Nebuchadnezzar,' he added, winking to the assistants.The doctor, who was a little, spruce, ruddy man of an impatient temper, pished and pshawed and swore over his patient.'Nothing to be made of him!' he cried.'A perfect heathen.If we could only find the weapon!' But the weapon had ceased to exist.A little resined twine was perhaps blowing about in the castle gutters; some bits of broken stick may have trailed in corners; and behold, in the pleasant air of the morning, a dandy prisoner trimming his nails with a pair of scissors!
Finding the wounded man so firm, you may be sure the authorities did not leave the rest of us in peace.No stone was left unturned.
We were had in again and again to be examined, now singly, now in twos and threes.We were threatened with all sorts of impossible severities and tempted with all manner of improbable rewards.I suppose I was five times interrogated, and came off from each with flying colours.I am like old Souvaroff, I cannot understand a soldier being taken aback by any question; he should answer, as he marches on the fire, with an instant briskness and gaiety.I may have been short of bread, gold or grace; I was never yet found wanting in an answer.My comrades, if they were not all so ready, were none of them less staunch; and I may say here at once that the inquiry came to nothing at the time, and the death of Goguelat remained a mystery of the prison.Such were the veterans of France! And yet I should be disingenuous if I did not own this was a case apart; in ordinary circumstances, some one might have stumbled or been intimidated into an admission; and what bound us together with a closeness beyond that of mere comrades was a secret to which we were all committed and a design in which all were equally engaged.No need to inquire as to its nature: there is only one desire, and only one kind of design, that blooms in prisons.And the fact that our tunnel was near done supported and inspired us.
I came off in public, as I have said, with flying colours; the sittings of the court of inquiry died away like a tune that no one listens to; and yet I was unmasked - I, whom my very adversary defended, as good as confessed, as good as told the nature of the quarrel, and by so doing prepared for myself in the future a most anxious, disagreeable adventure.It was the third morning after the duel, and Goguelat was still in life, when the time came round for me to give Major Chevenix a lesson.I was fond of this occupation; not that he paid me much - no more, indeed, than eighteenpence a month, the customary figure, being a miser in the grain; but because I liked his breakfasts and (to some extent)
himself.At least, he was a man of education; and of the others with whom I had any opportunity of speech, those that would not have held a book upsidedown would have torn the pages out for pipe-
lights.For I must repeat again that our body of prisoners was exceptional: there was in Edinburgh Castle none of that educational busyness that distinguished some of the other prisons, so that men entered them unable to read, and left them fit for high employments.Chevenix was handsome, and surprisingly young to be a major: six feet in his stockings, well set up, with regular features and very clear grey eyes.It was impossible to pick a fault in him, and yet the sum-total was displeasing.Perhaps he was too clean; he seemed to bear about with him the smell of soap.
Cleanliness is good, but I cannot bear a man's nails to seem japanned.And certainly he was too self-possessed and cold.There was none of the fire of youth, none of the swiftness of the soldier, in this young officer.His kindness was cold, and cruel cold; his deliberation exasperating.And perhaps it was from this character, which is very much the opposite of my own, that even in these days, when he was of service to me, I approached him with suspicion and reserve.
I looked over his exercise in the usual form, and marked six faults.
'H'm.Six,' says he, looking at the paper.'Very annoying! I can never get it right.'
'Oh, but you make excellent progress!' I said.I would not discourage him, you understand, but he was congenitally unable to learn French.Some fire, I think, is needful, and he had quenched his fire in soapsuds.
He put the exercise down, leaned his chin upon his hand, and looked at me with clear, severe eyes.
'I think we must have a little talk,' said he.
'I am entirely at your disposition,' I replied; but I quaked, for I knew what subject to expect.
'You have been some time giving me these lessons,' he went on, 'and I am tempted to think rather well of you.I believe you are a gentleman.'
'I have that honour, sir,' said I.
'You have seen me for the same period.I do not know how I strike you; but perhaps you will be prepared to believe that I also am a man of honour,' said he.
'I require no assurances; the thing is manifest,' and I bowed.
'Very well, then,' said he.'What about this Goguelat?'
'You heard me yesterday before the court,' I began.'I was awakened only - '
'Oh yes; I "heard you yesterday before the court," no doubt,' he interrupted, 'and I remember perfectly that you were "awakened only." I could repeat the most of it by rote, indeed.But do you suppose that I believed you for a moment?'
'Neither would you believe me if I were to repeat it here,' said I.
'I may be wrong - we shall soon see,' says he; 'but my impression is that you will not "repeat it here." My impression is that you have come into this room, and that you will tell me something before you go out.'
I shrugged my shoulders.
