He handed me the paper which constituted my commission.
"Do you authorise me to wear some sort of uniform, General?" I asked after I had read it.
"Of course," he replied; "have something made resembling an aide-de-camp's uniform."
"Very well."
"Only, I must warn you that a uniform is the most unsafe dress you could adopt in travelling through la Vendée; there are many hedges and not a few deep lanes, especially in le Bocage, and a rifle-shot is soon despatched!"
"Bah! General, we will see about that when we are there."
"All right! it is settled, then, and you mean to go?"
"Directly the uniform is made, General."
"And you will correspond with me direct?"