"What was his name?"
"François Tinguy."
"Hush! general, don't mention it here, for pity's sake. His sister lives in this house,--the young girl who waited on you at table last night,--and her father is only just buried."
"Ah, these civil wars! the devil take them!" said the general.
"And yet they are the only logical wars."
"Maybe. However, I captured your Jean Oullier, and he got away."
"He did well,--you must own that?"
"Yes; but if he falls into my grip again--"
"Oh, there's no danger of that; once warned, I'll answer for him."
"So much the better, for I shouldn't be indulgent to him. I haven't talked of the great war with him, as I have with you."