“And how they christened him the Saviour of St. Florent,” said the laundress.
“And gave him all the money in the town, and the biggest sword they could find,” said the page.
“You heard all this, did you?” said Peter Berrier.
“Indeed we did,” said Jacques Chapeau, “and a great deal more from M. de Lescure’s own man, who went back to Clisson only an hour since, and who had it all from one who came direct from St. Florent.”
“And you heard not a word of Peter Berrier?”
“Not a word, not a word,” said they all at once.
“Then, friends, let me tell you, you have not heard much of the truth, although M. de Lescure’s own man did see the man who came direct from St. Florent; I think I may say, without boasting, and I believe Monsieur the postillion upstairs will not be inclined to contradict me, that without me, there would have been no revolt.
“No revolt without you? No revolt without Peter Berrier? No revolt without M. Debedin’s ostler?” said they one after another.
“No—no revolt without M. Debedin’s ostler, Madame.” The last question had been asked by the cook. “M. Debedin’s ostler is as good, I suppose, as M. Gaspardieu’s postillion.”
“What, as good as Cathelineau?” asked Momont.