“Your marriage.”
CHAPTER LII. THE TRIAL
“Well, I’ll say as you did just now, we’ll talk about it when I return, if I do.”
“Bless me!” exclaimed Bonaparte, “I’m not afraid; you’ll kill him as you have the others; only this time, I must admit, I shall be sorry to have him die.”
“If you are going to feel so badly about it, general, I can easily be killed in his stead.”
“Don’t do anything foolish, ninny!” cried Bonaparte; hastily; “I should feel still worse if I lost you.”
“Really, general, you are the hardest man to please that I know of,” said Roland with his harsh laugh.
And this time he took his way to Chivasso without further delay.
Half an hour later, Roland was galloping along the road to Ivrae in a post-chaise. He was to travel thus to Aosta, at Aosta take a mule, cross the Saint-Bernard to Martigny, thence to Geneva, on to Bourg, and from Bourg to Paris.