“Nor mine,” retorted the boy.
“Edouard!” exclaimed Madame de Montrevel, timidly.
“Now don’t scold him for answering properly;” and Bonaparte, lifting the child to the level of his face, kissed him.
“You must dine with us,” said he, “and to-night Bourrienne, who met you at the hotel, will install you in the Rue de la Victoire. You must stay there till Roland gets back; he will then find you suitable lodgings. Edouard shall go to the Prytanée, and I will marry off your daughter.”
“General!”
“That’s all settled with Roland.” Then, turning to Josephine, he said: “Take Madame de Montrevel with you, and try not to let her be bored.—And, Madame de Montrevel, if your friend (he emphasized the words) wishes to go to a milliner, prevent it; she can’t want bonnets, for she bought thirty-eight last month.”
Then, giving Edouard a friendly tap, he dismissed the two women with a wave of the hand.
CHAPTER XXXI. THE SON OF THE MILLER OF LEGUERNO
We have said that at the very moment when Morgan and his three companions stopped the Geneva diligence between Bar-sur-Seine and Châtillon, Roland was entering Nantes.