“Ah, is it you!” he cried. Then, turning to Cadoudal, he said: “Colonel, I do not need to present to you my aide-de-camp, M. Roland de Montrevel. He is already one of your acquaintances. Roland, tell the colonel that he is as free in Paris as you were in his camp at Muzillac, and that if he wishes a passport for any country in the world, Fouché has orders to give it to him.”
“Your word suffices, citizen First Consul,” replied Cadoudal, bowing. “I leave to-night.”
“May I ask where you are going?”
“To London, general.”
“So much the better.”
“Why so much the better?”
“Because there you will be near the men for whom you have fought.”
“And then?”
“Then, when you have seen them—”
“What?”