"Would you like to make up for lost time, then, in one stroke?"
"There is nothing I should like better."
"Then come along with me."
"Where?"
"To get yourself shot."
"I should love it."
"Hurrah! Run off to my rooms and fetch my double-barrelled pistols; have my horse saddled, and come and rejoin me at Le Bourget."
I have forgotten to mention that, out of the first proceeds of Christine, I had bought a horse of that same Chopin who, on the morning of the 29th, had been taken for the emperor upon the place de l'Odéon.
"What is Le Bourget?" Bard asked.
"Le Bourget is the first relay posting-station on the road to Soissons."