Several
men were walking in the garden. One of them was Jumonville, and the
others he did not know.
"A wonderful site and a wonderful view," said Robert.
"But from Montmartre in Paris one may see a far greater city," said
Boucher at his elbow.
Robert turned angrily upon him. He felt that the man, in some manner,
was pursuing him, and that he had stood enough.
"I did not speak to you, Monsieur Boucher," he said.
"But I spoke to you, my young sprig of a Bostonnais."
He spoke with truculence, and now de Courcelles did not interfere. The
others, hearing loud and harsh words, drew near. Jumonville came very
close and regarded Robert with great intentness, evidently curious to
see what he would do. The youth stared at Boucher in amazement, but he
exercised his utmost self-control.
"I know that you spoke to me, Monsieur Boucher," he said, "but as I do
not see any relevancy in your remarks I will ask you to excuse me. I
came here merely for the air with Colonel de Courcelles."
He turned away, expecting de Courcelles to resume the walk with him, but
the figure of the Frenchman stiffened and he did not move.
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