“What now?”
“But you want your breakfast.”
“I should think I do.”
“I have had mine.”
“The deuce you have, you are luckier than I am.”
“Now, my dear old fellow, we will push on to Ponte Nuovo, and you will soon get your's. I really am very sorry, but I could not help it.”
“But this is the famous battle-field, you know, and Antoine was just going to describe it.”
“That will keep. We will make our reconnaissance after you have had your breakfast. As we go along, I will tell you how I got mine.”
The story shall be told as nearly as possible in my friend's own words.