“Yes; but you understand, Roland, that in order to quit France with an easy mind, I can’t leave it with an inflammation of the bowels—I can’t leave war in the Vendée.”
“Ah! now I see what you are after. No Vendée! And you are sending me to the Vendée to suppress it.”
“That young man told me some serious things about the Vendée. They are brave soldiers, those Vendéans, led by a man of brains, Georges Cadoudal. I have sent him the offer of a regiment, but he won’t accept.”
“Jove! He’s particular.”
“But there’s one thing he little knows.”
“Who, Cadoudal?”
“Yes, Cadoudal. That is that the Abbé Bernier has made me overtures.”
“The Abbé Bernier?”
“Yes.”
“Who is the Abbé Bernier?”