This flattered us; for, if it was not one, it was the other.

And so, at this game, your father became count; but, count or not, he was one of the best and bravest generals of the army." "He was handsome, was he not, Dagobert ?--mother always said so." "Oh, yes! indeed he was--but quite another thing from your fair guardian angel.

Picture to yourself a fine, dark man, who looked splendid in his full uniform, and could put fire into the soldiers' hearts.

With him to lead, we would have charged up into Heaven itself--that is, if Heaven had, permitted it," added Dagobert, not wishing to wound in any way the religious beliefs of the orphans.
"And father was as good as he was brave, Dagobert." "Good, my children?
Yes, I should say so!--He could bend a horse-shoe in his hand as you would bend a card, and the day he was taken prisoner he had cut down the Prussian artillerymen on their very cannon.

With strength and courage like that, how could he be otherwise than good?
It is then about nineteen years ago, not far from this place--on the spot I showed you before we arrived at the village--that the general, dangerously wounded, fell from his horse.