“Shut up and get out! If you had washed your feet it would not have happened!”
Then, grabbing him by the collar, he yelled at him:
“Can't you understand that we are a republic, you brass-plated idiot!”
But professional sentiment soon calmed him, and he pushed the bewildered couple out, saying:
“Come back to-morrow, come back to-morrow, my friends. I haven't any time to-day.”
As he equipped himself from head to foot, he gave a series of important orders to his servant:
“Run over to Lieutenant Picart and to Second Lieutenant Pommel, and tell them that I am expecting them here immediately. Also send me Torchebeuf with his drum. Quick! quick!”
When Celeste had gone out, he sat down and thought over the situation and the difficulties which he would have to surmount.
The three men arrived together in their working clothes. The commandant, who expected to see them in uniform, felt a little shocked.
“Don't you people know anything? The emperor has been taken prisoner, the Republic has been proclaimed. We must act. My position is delicate, I might even say dangerous.”