human
What, already! He is in a great hurry, I think.
gpt
The wind is quite fair, grandpapa. I suppose that is the reason why he made all the ships in the harbour sail the same way. He has carried off three frigates, and all the shipping in the roads. The sea is quite clear, grandpapa. There is not a single sail in sight, all along, as far as you can see. They are all off for France.
human
What in the world made him do that?
gpt
Perhaps we shall hear, some day. To be sure, he had to carry a good many people away with him.
human
Did many whites go with him?
gpt
I do not know how many whites. They say fifteen hundred went altogether; but many of these were mulattoes; and some few blacks, who went for a frolic, and will come back again when they have seen France.
human
Strange doings! Strange doings!
gpt
And we shall have some glorious doings to-morrow, grandpapa. There was a little bustle and struggle when the Commissary went away--I am glad you were asleep, and did not hear it. There will be no more--there will be no riot now, everybody says--the Commander-in-chief has behaved so finely, and the people are so fond of him. The danger is all over; and the town's-people have begged him--the Deliverer, as they call him--to attend the great church to-morrow, in state. Te Deum will be sung in all the churches, and it is to be a great fete-day. Are you not pleased?
human
Not at all pleased that Hedouville is gone, and fifteen hundred of his friends, and all the shipping.
gpt
Well, but we are all at peace now, and everybody satisfied.
human
Why are we here, then? Why am I not at home?
gpt
We will go home in a day or two. The streets will be noisy to-night; and besides, one removal is enough for one day. Afra will follow her father after to-morrow--he is gone, you know, this morning--
human
Whose guest am I, then? If I am the guest of the negro Toussaint--
gpt
You are the guest of Monsieur Raymond while Afra is here. When she sets out, we will go home.
human
And shall I have to be swung up to the balcony, and have my brains dashed out, while all the nuns are staring at me?
gpt
Oh, no, replied Euphrosyne, laughing.
human
There will be nothing then to prevent your going in your own carriage to your own door. I am afraid we shall not find my pretty little humming-birds there. They will think I have forgotten them.
gpt
Ay, those humming-birds,