Re: Misha and the Chance Encounter
Hercule tidied up Misha's clothes while the doctor ate, every bit of a valet of skill. "I am sure it would be indiscreet to discuss such things, but I will convey your compliment to le Capitan," he said, rather coolly, and Misha had the sense that Hercule did not discuss his employer's business dealings to any great degree, but was perfectly pleased to complain about the barbarians and their lack of 'class' and other foibles of Harry Smith. Then he set to polishing Misha's shoes.
Misha heard boots in the hallway, and someone whistling loudly and cheerfully as he went along, and noted the long-suffering look from Hercule. "The big Yankee," the manservant sniffed. "But he looks after le Capitan." There was a one-shouldered shrug, as if this was somewhat acceptable.
Hercule was not of any more use, when it came to speaking of the Hexe or her activities, and it seemed the ship's crew was going about their business now. Misha heard the engines rev and hum to a higher pitch, and felt the Hexe turning slightly, when the manservant took away the empty tray and departed to let Misha dress himself. Misha opened his door a few minutes later to see the mild-faced, bespectacled Tussaine standing in the corridor, apparently waiting to speak to him.
"Good morning," the man said, in his very good French, and switched to flawless Russian. "May I speak to you, Doctor ?"