"You are certainly mad, my friend," the general replied.
"Not so, I swear it; I am sane enough!"
"Come, come, go home; you are tired out, past talking almost. They tell me you spent the night here."
"General, give me an order to get powder."
"Nothing of the kind."
"Do you really mean you do not wish me to go?"
"I do not wish to have you shot."
"Thank you; but pray be good enough to give me a free pass to General Gérard's presence."
"Why, yes, I will do that willingly. Monsieur Bonnelier, draw up a passport for M. Dumas."