"And how the devil did you get acquainted with that brute, Pierre Augereau?"
"He was Eugene Beauharnais' fencing-master."
"Son of General Beauharnais?"
"Yes."
"Another one who will expiate his victories upon the scaffold," said Pichegru, with a sigh; "they find that grape-shot does not work fast enough. But then, my poor child, you must be half starved."
"Oh, no," replied Charles; "I have just seen a sight that has taken away my appetite."
"What have you seen?"
"I saw a poor noble shot, who comes from our country. He emigrated, and I think you must know him."
"The Comte de Sainte-Hermine?"