"He did well," said La Vieuville.

      "A royalist Brutus," answered Boisberthelot. "Nevertheless, it is unendurable to be under the command of a Coquereau, a Jean-Jean, a Moulin, a Focart, a Bouju, a Chouppes!"

      "My dear chevalier, the opposite party is quite as indignant. We are crowded with plebeians; they have an excess of nobles. Do you think the sans-culottes like to be commanded by the Count de Canclaux, the Viscount de Miranda, the Viscount de Beauharnais, the Count de Valence, the Marquis de Custine, and the Duke de Biron?"

      "What a combination!"

      "And the Duke de Chartres!"

      "Son of Égalité. By the way, when will he be king?"

      "Never!"

      "He aspires to the throne, and his very crimes serve to promote his interests."

      "And his vices will injure his cause," said Boisberthelot.

      Then, after another pause, he continued—

      "Nevertheless, he was anxious to be reconciled. He came to see the king. I was at Versailles when some one spit on his back."

      "From the top of the grand staircase?"

      "Yes."

      "I am glad of it."

      "We called him Bourbon le Bourbeux."

      "He is bald-headed; he has pimples; he is a regicide. Poh!"

      And La Vieuville added:—

      "I was with him at Ouessant."

      "On the 'Saint Esprit'?"

      "Yes."

      "Had he obeyed Admiral d'Orvillier's signal to keep to the windward, he would have prevented the English from passing."

      "True."

      "Was he really hidden in the bottom of the hold?"

      "No; but we must say so all the same."

      And La Vieuville burst out laughing.

      Boisberthelot continued:—

      "Fools are plentiful. Look here, I have known this Boulainvilliers of whom you were speaking; I knew him well. At first the peasants were armed with pikes; would you believe it, he took it into his head to form them into pike-men. He wanted to drill them in crossing pikes and repelling a charge. He dreamed of transforming these barbarians into regular soldiers. He undertook to teach them how to round in the corners of their squares, and to mass battalions with hollow squares. He jabbered the antiquated military dialect to them; he called the chief of a squad a 'cap d'escade'—which was what corporals under Louis XIV. were called. He persisted in forming a regiment of all those poachers. He had regular companies whose sergeants ranged themselves in a circle every evening, and, receiving the sign and countersign from the colonel's sergeant, repeated it in a whisper to the lieutenant's sergeant, who repeated it to his next neighbor, who in his turn transmitted it to the next man, and so on from ear to ear until it reached the last man. He cashiered an officer for not standing bareheaded to receive the watchword from the sergeant. You may imagine how he succeeded. This simpleton could not understand that peasants have to be led peasant fashion, and that it is impossible to transform rustics into soldiers. Yes, I have known Boulainvilliers."

      They walked along a few steps, each one engrossed in his own thoughts.

      Then the conversation was resumed:—

      "By the way, has the report of Dampierre's death been confirmed?"

      "Yes, commander."

      "Before Condé?"

      "At the camp of Pamars; he was hit by a cannon-ball."

      Boisberthelot sighed.

      "Count Dampierre—another of our men, who took sides with them."

      "May he prosper wherever he may be!" said Vieuville.

      "And the ladies—where are they?"

      "At Trieste."

      "Still there?"

      "Yes."

      "Ah, this republic!" exclaimed La Vieuville. "What havoc from so slight a cause! To think that