“Roland.”
The young man, who had already started obediently, came back to the general.
“Fetch me that pair of double-barrelled pistols on my mantel-piece at the same time,” said Bonaparte, in a low tone. “One never knows what may happen.”
“Yes, general,” said Roland; “besides, I shan’t leave you.”
“Unless I send you to be killed elsewhere.”
“True,” replied the young man, hastening away to fulfil his double errand.
Bonaparte was continuing on his way when he noticed a shadow in the corridor. He recognized Josephine, and ran to her.
“Good God!” cried she, “is there so much danger?”
“What makes you think that?”
“I overheard the order you gave Roland.”