"Then we shall raise a white symbol of our victory on the banks of the free Rhine!" echoed the volunteers, and the tailor and his assistants.
"M. Martin!" cried Madame von Lutzow, laughing, "you have forgotten yourself; you have joined in the chorus!"
"Yes, it is true," ho said, "I have sung these few words with them; they make my heart swell, and—I do not know what has happened to me—it seems to me the song and all you have said make another man of me, and—"
"You will make the uniform for Theodore Korner?" asked Madame von
Lutzow, smiling.
M. Martin was silent, and quickly raised his head and looked at his assistants, who were gazing at him inquiringly.
"You have made up your minds, then?" he asked; "when the week is up, and your jobs are finished, you intend to leave me, and volunteer?"
"Yes, we have come to that determination," replied the three, unanimously, "and nothing shall prevent us from carrying it out,"
"Well, then, I must close my shop, and discontinue the tailoring business."
"But what do you intend to do, then, sir?" asked one of the journeymen, in surprise.
"I intend to enlist!" replied M. Martin. "This beautiful lady and the song have enchanted me. Hurrah! I also will enlist!"