The Frontier. Морис Леблан

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      He turned a questioning glance upon Philippe, who, from time to time, nodded his head without replying, with a movement which his father might take for one of approval.

      "Isn't it so, Philippe? You see the thing close at hand, where you are: all those poltroons who weaken our energies with their fine dreams of peace at any price! You hear them, all the wind-bags at the public meetings, who preach their loathsome crusade against the army and the country with open doors and are backed up by our rulers. … And that's only speaking of the capital! … Why, the very provinces haven't escaped the contagion! … Here, have you read this abomination?"

      He took a little volume in a violet wrapper from among the papers heaped up on his table and held it before his son's eyes. And he continued:

      "Peace before All! No author's name. A book that's all the more dangerous because it's very well written, not by one of those wind-bags to whom I was referring just now, but by a scholar, a provincial and, what's more, a Frenchman from the frontier. He seems even to bear our name … some distant cousin, no doubt: the Morestals are a large family."

      "Are you sure?" blurted Philippe, who had turned pale at the sight of the pamphlet. "How do you know?"

      "Oh, by accident. … A letter which was addressed to me and which said, 'All good wishes for the success of your pamphlet, my dear Morestal.'"

      Philippe remembered. He was to have gone to the Old Mill last year; and the letter must have been sent to him by one of his friends.

      "And haven't you tried to find out?"

      "What for? Because I have a scoundrel in my family, that's no reason why I should be in a hurry to make his acquaintance! Besides, he himself has had the decency not to put his name to his scurrilous nonsense. … No matter: if ever I lay my hands on him! … But don't let's talk of it. … "

      He continued to talk of it, nevertheless, and at great length, as well as of all the questions of war and peace, history and politics that came to his mind. It was not until he had "got his budget off his chest," as he said, that he exclaimed, suddenly:

      "Enough of this palavering, my friends! Why, it's four o'clock! Saboureux, I'm your man. … So they've been making free with your poultry, have they? Are you coming, Jorancé? We'll see some fine soldier-chaps making their soup. There's nothing jollier and livelier than a French camp!"

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