"In the courtyard, under your windows, general."
"And who is to marry you?"
"The drummer of the regiment."
"What, a drum-head marriage?"
"Yes, general; Rose wants everything to be regular."
"Excellent," said Pichegru, laughing. "I recognize the Goddess of Reason there! Tell her that, since she has asked me to be her witness, I will give her a dowry."
"A dowry, general?"
"Yes, a donkey with two barrels of brandy."
"Oh! general, it is your fault that I don't dare ask anything else of you."