"I really took three prisoners," said Faraud, coming closer to the general.
"Where is the third?"
"The third was a fine young man, an aristocrat. You would have had to shoot him, which would have pained you, or to spare him, which would have compromised you."
"Well? and so—"
"And so, I let him—I let him go; there!"
"Good," said Pichegru, with tears in his eyes, "I make you a sergeant."