And the Captain?
I could put an end to his amusement, at any rate; and I would.

Doubtless among the country bucks of Auch he lorded it as a chief provincial bully, but I would cut his comb for him some fine morning behind the barracks.
And then as I grew cooler I began to wonder why they were going, and what they were going to do.

They might be already on the track, or have the information they required under hand; in that case I could understand the movement.

But if they were still searching vaguely, uncertain whether their quarry were in the neighbourhood or not, and uncertain how long they might have to stay, it seemed incredible that soldiers should move from good quarters to bad without motive.
I wandered down the garden, thinking sullenly of this, and pettishly cutting off the heads of the flowers with my sheathed sword.

After all, if they found and arrested the man, what then?
I should have to make my peace with the Cardinal as I best might.