"And she—she——" he was beginning with emotions of annoyance and mortification.
"Be assured that she became quite consoled among the 24th, and now, as Madame Jules de Marbœuf, (for my comrade Jules took her off my hands), she has learned to think that we Frenchmen are not such bad fellows, after all."
"This is indeed news!" exclaimed Quentin; "Isidora married—married, and to a Frenchman!"
"Ah—la belle tigresse is quite tamed now; but I must begone. Ouf—peste—tonnerre de Dieu! what a night we have had, monsieur," he added to Monkton, who again approached. "I have been so soaked that I felt as if the rain was filtering through the marrow of my bones. If you effect your junction with M. le Général Moore, I suppose we shall have the little variety of a general action."
"It is extremely probable," replied Monkton, smiling at the French officer's free and easy manner.
"That will indeed be gay—we are so anxious to measure swords with your cavalry. Do you know that General Foy, in one of his despatches, attributes your accidental victories——"
"Accidental?"
"That is the word, my friends——"
"For Roleia and Vimiera—eh?"
"Yes, for anything you like—Trafalgar and the Nile, if you please."