"Yes, yes, I know, but his name?"
"I was about to tell you. The Marquis de—— Upon my word, I have forgot it."
"Was it by any chance the Marquis d'Aumenier?"
"That's it," said the soldier.
"And the man with him in the red coat?"
The soldier spat into the dust to show his contempt.
"An English milord."
"And the lady?"
"I don't know. They say, the wife of that Englishman. Things have come to a pretty pass," growled the soldier, turning away, "when our girls marry these English beef-eaters, and—— It was not so in the day of the Em——"
He stopped suddenly, wondering fearfully whether his garrulousness had betrayed him into an imprudence with this stranger.