Межзвёздный скиталец
Chapter 11
Wesalutedhisfriendsandwereabouttodepart,whenFelixPasquinidetainedme.
“Pardonme,”Isaid.“Letitbeto-morrow.”
“Wehavebuttomoveastepaside,”heurged,“wherethegrassisstilldry.”
“Letmethenwetitforyou,Sainte-Maure,”Lanfrancaskedofme,eagerhimselftodoforanItalian.
Ishookmyhead.
“Pasquiniismine,”Ianswered.“Heshallbefirstto-morrow.”
“Arethereothers?”Lanfrancdemanded.
“AskdeGoncourt,”Igrinned.“Iimagineheisalreadylayingclaimtothehonourofbeingthethird.”
Atthis,deGoncourtshoweddistressedacquiescence.Lanfranclookedinquiryathim,anddeGoncourtnodded.
“AndafterhimIdoubtnotcomesthecockerel,”Iwenton.
AndevenasIspokethered-hairedGuydeVillehardouin,alone,strodetousacrossthemoonlitgrass.
“AtleastIshallhavehim,”Lanfranccried,hisvoicealmostwheedling,sogreatwashisdesire.
