“The whole detachment halted, and I advanced to give the countersign. We had reached the French lines, and, as my men defiled before the outpost, a commandant on horseback, whom I had informed of what had taken place, asked in a sonorous voice, as he saw the litter pass him: 'What have you in there?'
“And immediately a small head covered with light hair appeared, dishevelled and smiling, and replied:
“'It is I, monsieur.'
“At this the men raised a hearty laugh, and we felt quite light-hearted, while Pratique, who was walking by the side of the litter, waved his kepi and shouted:
“'Vive la France!' And I felt really affected. I do not know why, except that I thought it a pretty and gallant thing to say.
“It seemed to me as if we had just saved the whole of France and had done something that other men could not have done, something simple and really patriotic. I shall never forget that little face, you may be sure; and if I had to give my opinion about abolishing drums, trumpets and bugles, I should propose to replace them in every regiment by a pretty girl, and that would be even better than playing the 'Marseillaise: By Jove! it would put some spirit into a trooper to have a Madonna like that, a live Madonna, by the colonel's side.”
He was silent for a few moments and then continued, with an air of conviction, and nodding his head:
“All the same, we are very fond of women, we Frenchmen!”