"One thousand four hundred and fifty francs, twenty or thirty piastres."
"You are rich."
"My captain, he will share with me if he lives, and if he dies I am the poorer by a friend."
"Pouf! a sergeant does not want friends amongst the simple soldiers."
"No, my captain, nor enemies; but I am not a sergeant."
"You are; the commandant will announce it to-morrow. He was with me an hour ago."
"Thanks, my captain; I did not see a ghost this time."
"Ah, you remember! What made you look so pale that day?" I told him, and his only remark was:
"It might have frightened a man, and you are only a boy. How old are you?"