"Thank you, my boy," he said. "We really must go to sleep. Good-night."
"Good-night, General."
And I went out of la pistole.
Half an hour later, my mother came to fetch me. I embraced Charles, I thanked old Richard and I ran and threw my arms round my mother's neck.
"Well?" she asked.
"Well, mother, he refused everything."
"What! he refused everything?"
"Yes."
"What did he say?"
"He said that the emperor would be in Paris before they had shot himself or his companions."