"The great Admiral? Of the Galley?"
"Certainly."
"I salute you, Chief," he said, raising a ragged arm.
"Have some brandy, Green Cap," the Admiral returned, rapping loudly for drink, which was brought.
"We want," said Madame engagingly, "to find a hog called Répentigny at Versailles."
The man snatched the bottle from the hand of the garçon, and pouring a glass off, greedily drank it before replying.
"I don't know the name. What age is he?"
"About twenty," the chief said.
"Don't you know any more about him?"
The Admiral described him as closely as possible. They took some time in the conversation. "He ought to be in the company of officers of the Bodyguard," added he. The beggar by that time was becoming unsteady with rapid libations. He nodded, dropping his head.