“News for every Frenchman.”
“Ah!”
“Yes. The emperor has declared war against Germany.”
“War!” echoed Lory, with a sudden laugh.
“Yes; and your regiment is the first on the list.”
“I know, I know!” cried de Vasselot, his eyes alight with excitement. “But this is good news that you tell me. How can I thank you for coming? I must get home—I mean to France—at once. But this is great news!” He seized the colonel's hand and shook it. “Great news, mon colonel—great news!”
“Good news for you, for you are going. But I shall be left behind as usual. Yes; it is good news for you.”
“And for France,” cried Lory, with both hands outspread, as if to indicate the glory that was awaiting them.
“For France,” said the colonel, gravely, “it cannot fail to be bad. But we must not think of that now.”
“We shall never think of it,” answered Lory. “This is Monday; there is a boat for Marseilles to-night. I leave Bastia to-night, colonel.”