"Now, that's what I call a good friend," and in her enthusiasm, Madame Teutch embraced her guest.
"What is his name?" asked Charles.
"Citizen Eugene."
"But Eugene is only his first name."
"Why, of course, and he has another name, a very funny name. Wait, his father was Marquis—wait—"
"I am waiting, Madame Teutch, I am waiting," said the boy with a laugh.
"That's only a manner of speaking: you know very well what I mean—a name like what they put on the backs of horses. Harness—Beauharnais; that's it! Eugene de Beauharnais. But I guess that it's on account of that de that they call him plain citizen Eugene."
This conversation reminded the boy of what Tétrell had told him. "By the way, Madame Teutch," he said, "you must have two commissioners from Besançon in your house."
"Yes, they came to reclaim your compatriot, the adjutant-general Perrin."
"Will they give him to them?"