human
They will not mind when they hear that they are to live in a mansion henceforward, said Placide.
gpt
Jean Francais had better have stood by his colour, as we do.
human
And how have you stood by your colour, my young hero?
gpt
I told Jean in the camp to-day--
human
Jean! In the camp! How came you there?
gpt
We were so near, that I galloped in to see what they thought of your leaving, and who had followed you.
human
Then I thank God that you are here.
gpt
Jean caught me; but the General bade him let me go, and asked whether the blacks made war upon children. I told him that I was not a child; and I told Jean that you had rather live in a cave for the sake of the blacks, than go off to the court of Spain--
human
What made you fancy I should go there?
gpt
Not you, but Jean. Jean is going, he says, because he is a noble. There will soon be peace between France and Spain, he says; and then he shall be a noble at the court of Spain. I am glad he is going.
human
So am I, if he thinks he shall be happy there.
gpt
We shall be better without him, said Isaac.
human
He would never be quiet while you were made Lieutenant-Governor of Saint Domingo. Now you will be alone and unmolested in your power. Where did you learn all this?
gpt
Every one knows it--every one in Cap. Every one knows that Jean has done with us, and that the Commissary is going home, and that General Laveaux means to be guided in everything by you; and that the posts have all surrendered in your name; and that at Port Paix--
human
Enough, enough! my boys. Too much, for I see that your hearts are proud.
gpt
The Commissary and the General said that you are supreme--the idol of your colour. Those were their words.
human
And in this there is yet no glory. I have yet done nothing, but by what is called accident. Our own people were ready--by no preparation of mine; the mulattoes were weak and taken by surprise, through circumstances not of my ordering. Glory there may hereafter be belonging to our name, my boys; but as yet there is none. I have power: but power is less often glory than disgrace.
gpt
Oh, father! do but listen. Hark again! `Toussaint L'Ouverture!'
human
I will strive to make that shout a prophecy, my sons. Till then, no pride! Are you not weary? Come in to rest. Can you sleep in my fine chamber here as well as at Breda?
gpt
Anywhere,