“Yes, and a very brave captain too.” This was not the remark of the captain himself, but of his sergeant.
“Now Sulpice, sit down there. Good: now the captain will sit on one side of you and I will sit on the other. There. And now I must begin. Sergeant Sulpice, you must help us!”
“Help whom, Vivandiere?”
“Marie, and Marie’s captain.”
“How?”
“Speak to the marquise.”
“I’d rather storm a fort.”
“Sergeant Sulpice, you must help us. I say it—you must speak of our troth.”
“Yes—and we did pledge our troth, Marie—did we not?”
“Surely; but I am speaking to the sergeant. You see, sergeant, the poor captain is deeply in love with me; and—yes—I think I am deeply in love with the captain. Well, sergeant, you must help us?”