“And here is Ribeirac coming.”
“Do you hear him?”
“I see him. Here, Ribeirac!”
“Are you fighting?” cried Ribeirac.
“Good morning, Livarot; good morning, Antragues.”
“Let us charge them,” said Antragues.
The bourgeois looked in stupefaction at this reinforcement that was about to join the attacking party.
“They are a regiment,” said the captain of the militia.
“This is only the advanced guard,” cried another.
“We are fathers of families, and our lives belong to our children,” said others, and they all tried to fly, fighting with each other to get out of the way.