The man whom he was questioning made a movement with his neck as if his cravat were strangling him. "He is one Pierre-Claude Faraud," he replied.
"What have you to say about him?"
"Nothing much."
"Perhaps you do not know him?"
"It is exactly because I do know him."
"Well, I know him also."
"You know him, general?"
"Yes; he is an aristocrat of the Army of the Rhine—"
"Oh!"