"Where shall we go?" repeated the driver.
Suddenly Marianne's face trembled with a joyous expression and she abruptly said:
"To the Prefecture of Police!"
The general rose, grasping his glass as if he would shiver it, and while the parfait overflowed on to the plates, he cried in a hoarse voice, as if he were at the head of his division:
"I love bronze—I love bronze—...."
