"And," said George, "the cuirassiers charged?"
"Yes," said the soldier, "all of them."
"Where is your regiment now?" He raised his head.
"My regiment? it is down there in the vineyards, amongst the hops, in the river...."
"What! in the river?"
"Yes: there are no more cuirassiers!"
"No more cuirassiers?" cried my cousin; "the six regiments?"
"Yes, it is all over!" said the soldier, in a low voice: "the grapeshot has mown them down. There are none left!"
