"And we are sorry, too, sergeant," said Sorlé,. mournfully; "but if you will live with us——"
"It is impossible!"
"Then you remain in the service?"
"Service of whom—of what?" said he; "of Louis XVIII.? No! no! I know no one but my general—but that makes it hard to go—when a man has done his duty——"
He started up, and shouted in a piercing voice: "Vive l'Empereur!"
We trembled, we did not know why.
I reached out my hand to him, and rose; we embraced each other like brothers.
"Good-by, Father Moses," said he, "good-by for a long while."
"You are going at once, then?"
"Yes!"