The general was my father; for, you see, I was in my native country here.
"All right; if you have driven my father, you know he liked fast driving. I take after him."
"Right, I know my business."
"Off, then."
"We're off!"
"Oh!" said the postillion I was leaving behind, "I pity you, M. Dumas. You have a bad customer to deal with."
"I will make him go, never fear."
"I hope so. Bon voyage! Come, off you go, Levasseur; put a little quicksilver in your boots!"
And the postillion departed.
"Levasseur," I shouted to him, "I told you three francs for yourself if we reach Levignan by half-past eight."