" It was a neatly intangible rebuke. M.
de Rivarol bit his lip. Captain Blood swept on without giving
him time to reply: "Thus much being clear, shall we come to
business?"
M. de Rivarol's hard eyes considered him a moment. "Perhaps it will
be best," said he. He took up a paper. "I have here a copy of the
articles into which you entered with M. de Cussy. Before going
further, I have to observe that M. de Cussy has exceeded his
instructions in admitting you to one fifth of the prizes taken.
His authority did not warrant his going beyond one tenth."
"That is a matter between yourself and M. de Cussy, my General."
"Oh, no. It is a matter between myself and you."
"Your pardon, my General. The articles are signed. So far as we
are concerned, the matter is closed. Also out of regard for M. de
Cussy, we should not desire to be witnesses of the rebukes you may
consider that he deserves."
"What I may have to say to M. de Cussy is no concern of yours."
"That is what I am telling you, my General."
"But - nom de Dieu! - it is your concern, I suppose, that we cannot
award you more than one tenth share.
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