"How about me? You forget me, and that isn't nice of you, Jean."
"You?"
"Yes, me!"
"But you forget the ordinance."
"What ordinance?"
"About the penalties incurred by those who harbor Chouans."
"Pooh! my Jean; such orders are not issued for honest folk, but for scoundrels!"
"Besides, you hate Chouans."
"No; it is only brigands I hate, whichever side they are. They were brigands who killed my poor Pascal, and on those brigands I'll avenge his death if I can. But you, Jean Oullier, your cockade, be it white or tricolor, is that of an honest man, and I'll save you."
"But I can't walk a step."