human
Dominique, how many men can you spare me from Boisveyrac, now that the harvest is over?
gpt
For what purpose do you wish men, Monseigneur?
human
Eh? That is my affair, I hope.
gpt
Monseigneur rebukes me with justice. I should not have spoken so; but it was in alarm for his interests.
human
You mean that you are unwilling to spare me a single man? Come, come, my friend--the harvest is gathered; and, apart from that, my interests are the King's. Positively you must spare me half a dozen for his Majesty's _corvee_.
gpt
The harvest is gathered, to be sure; but no one at Boisveyrac can be trusted to finish the stacks. They are a good-for-nothing lot; and now Damase, the best thatcher among them, has, I hear, been sent up to Fort Frontenac along with 'Polyte Latulippe.
human
By my orders.
gpt
Monseigneur's orders shall be obeyed. May I have his permission to return at once to Boisveyrac?--at least, as soon as we have discussed certain matters of business?
human
Business? But since it is not convenient just now--
gpt
I speak only of certain small repairs: the matter of Lagasse's holding, for example, said Dominique tranquilly.
human
The whole will not detain Monseigneur above ten minutes.
gpt
Ah, to be sure! The Commandant's voice betrayed relief.
human
Come to my orderly-room, then. You will excuse me, M. a Clive?