"I know everything, monsieur."
"General," said Faraud, "you are the one to do my twenty-four hours in the guard-house."
"Why?"
"Because you have just said monsieur."
"Come, come," said Bonaparte, laughing, "you are a bright fellow; I shall remember you. In the meantime you must drink a glass of wine to the health of the Republic."
"General," said Roland, "citizen Faraud never drinks to the health of the Republic in anything but brandy."
"The deuce! And I have none," said Bonaparte.
"I have provided for the emergency," replied Roland; and going to the flap of the tent he said, "Come in, citizeness Reason."
Citizeness Reason obeyed. She was still beautiful, although the sun of Egypt had darkened her complexion.