“Exactly, the Englishman, general. I was just going to speak to you about him.”
“Is he still in France?”
“Yes, and for awhile even I thought he would remain here till the last trumpet blew its blast through the valley of Jehosaphat.”
“Did you miss killing him?”
“Oh! no, not I. We are the best friends in the world. General, he is a capital fellow, and so original to boot that I’m going to ask a bit of a favor for him.”
“The devil! For an Englishman?” said Bonaparte, shaking his head. “I don’t like the English.”
“Good! As a people, but individually—”
“Well, what happened to your friend?”
“He was tried, condemned, and executed.”
“What the devil are you telling us?”