"You are free."
"Free! Vive l'Empéreur! But then there's not a moment to lose! How many leagues is it to Dantzic?"
"It's very far."
"What do you call this chicken-coop of a town?"
"Fontainebleau."
"Fontainebleau! In France?"
"Prefecture of Seine-et-Marne. We are going to introduce to you the sub-préfect, whom you just pitched into the street."
"What the devil are your sub-prefects to me? I have a message from the Emperor to General Rapp, and I must start this very day for Dantzic. God knows whether I'll be there in time!"
"My poor colonel, you will arrive too late. Dantzic is given up."
"That's impossible! Since when?"