164 THE VICOMTE DE BRAGELONNE.
standing and motionless, like a man who sees but does not understand.
"Ah, that is true," said Monk. Then turning toward the fisherman; "I shall see you again, my brave fellow," said he; "I have chosen you a lodging. Digby, take him to it. Fear nothing; your money shall be sent to you presently."
"Thank you, my lord," said the fisherman; and after having bowed, he left the tent, accompanied by Digby. Before he had gone a hundred paces he found his companions, who were whispering with a volubility which did not appear exempt from inquietude; but he made them a sign which seemed to reassure them. "Holá! you fellows!" said the patron, "come this way. His lordship, General Monk, has the generosity to pay us for our fish, and the goodness to give us hospitality for to-night."
The fishermen gathered round their leader, and, conducted by Digby, the little troop proceeded toward the canteen, the post, as may be remembered, which had been assigned them. As they went along in the dark, the fishermen passed close to the guards who were conducting the French gentleman to General Monk. This gentleman was on horseback and enveloped in a large cloak, which prevented the patron from seeing him, however great his curiosity might be. As to the gentleman, ignorant that he was elbowing compatriots, he did not pay any attention to the little troop.
The aid-de-camp installed his guests in a tolerably comfortable tent, from which was dislodged an Irish canteen woman, who went, with her six children, to sleep where she could. A large fire was burning in front of this tent, and threw its purple light over the grassy pools of the marsh, rippled by a fresh breeze. The installation made, the aid-de-camp wished the fishermen good-night, calling to their notice that they might see from the door of the tent the masts of their bark, which was tossing gently on the Tweed, a proof that it had not yet sunk. The sight of this appeared to delight the leader of the fishermen infinitely.
