On the other hand, Burle fenced indifferently and passed for a
poltroon. However, they would soon know what to think.
Meanwhile the excitement became more and more intense as the acceptance
of Laguitte's resignation was so long in coming. The major was
unmistakably the most anxious and upset of everybody. A week had passed
by, and the general inspection would commence two days later. Nothing,
however, had come as yet. He shuddered at the thought that he had,
perhaps, struck his old friend and sent in his resignation all in vain,
without delaying the exposure for a single minute. He had in reality
reasoned thus: If he himself were killed he would not have the worry of
witnessing the scandal, and if he killed Burle, as he expected to do,
the affair would undoubtedly be hushed up. Thus he would save the honor
of the army, and the little chap would be able to get in at Saint-Cyr.
Ah, why wouldn't those wretched scribblers at the War Office hurry up
a bit? The major could not keep still but was forever wandering about
before the post office, stopping the estafettes and questioning the
colonel's orderly to find out if the acceptance had arrived. He lost
his sleep and, careless as to people's remarks, he leaned more and more
heavily on his stick, hobbling about with no attempt to steady his gait.
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