“What do you think?”
This sudden address utterly confounded the timid citizen, and he stammered out.
“General, I am entirely of your Excellency’s opinion.”
“You flatter me,” replied Biassou; “I want your opinion, not mine. Do you know any tobacco that makes better snuff than that of M. Lebattres?”
“No, my lord,” answered C——, whose evident terror greatly amused Biassou.
“General, Your Excellency, My Lord! you are an aristocrat.”
“Oh no, certainly not,” exclaimed the citizen general. “I am a good patriot of ’91, and an ardent negrophile.”
“Negrophile!” interrupted the general. “Pray what is a negrophile?”
“It is a friend of the blacks,” stammered the citizen.
“It is not enough to be a friend of the blacks; you must also be a friend of the men of colour.”