Bonaparte glanced at the messenger with satisfaction.
"Is your mount in as good a condition as you are?" he asked.
"My dromedary and I, general, are in condition to do seventy-five miles a day."
"I only ask twenty."
"A mere nothing."
"You must carry a letter."
"Where?"
"To Ramanieh."
"It shall be delivered to-night."
"Read the superscription."