“I may speak, sergeant.”
“I say she shall marry one of us.”
“Shall—sergeant? Then here it is. I will marry Tony, and I will marry nobody else but Tony.”
“Gone over to the enemy bag and baggage. But as for you, my man, I’ll break your bones.”
“Attention—march—Tony.” And away the two went, leaving Sergeant Sulpice boiling with rage.
He was walking away, when the marquis’s steward approached very respectfully.
“Captain—pardon.”
“By Bacchus—if she marries him.
“Him—captain—pardon.”
“Hullo! there, don’t be afraid.”