Max poured out some wine.
“To the Grand Army!” cried Philippe, with genuine enthusiasm.
“To the Grand Army!” was repeated with acclamation by every voice.
At this moment eleven private soldiers, among whom were Benjamin and Kouski, appeared at the door of the room and repeated the toast,—
“To the Grand Army!”
“Come in, my sons; we are going to drink His health.”
The old soldiers came in and stood behind the officers.
“You see He is not dead!” said Kouski to an old sergeant, who had perhaps been grieving that the Emperor’s agony was over.
“I claim the second toast,” said Mignonnet, as he rose. “Let us drink to those who attempted to restore his son!”
Every one present, except Maxence Gilet, bowed to Philippe Bridau, and stretched their glasses towards him.