“Not less than fifteen days, or three weeks,” he answered.
“Then, general, I ask you for a furlough of fifteen days.”
“On one condition.”
“What is it?”
“That you will first go to Bourg and ask your sister from which side the refusal came.”
“That is my intention.”
“In that case you have not a moment to lose.”
“You see I lose none,” said the young man, already on his way to the village.
“One moment,” said Bonaparte; “you will take my despatches to Paris, won’t you?”
“Ah! I see; I am the courier you spoke of just now to Bourrienne.”