Why not?
I am hardy, a good walker, a good shot, can stand fatigue; I have everything needed for military life.

It is an occupation that I should like, and I could earn my epaulets as well as my neighbor.
So that perhaps, Monsieur de Buxieres, matters might in that way be arranged to suit everybody." "Claudet!" stammered Julien, his voice thick with sobs, "you are a better man than I! Yes; you are a better man than I!" And, for the first time, yielding to an imperious longing for expansion, he sprang toward the grand chasserot, clasped him in his arms, and embraced him fraternally.
"I will not let you expatriate yourself on my account," he continued; "do not act rashly, I entreat!" "Don't worry," replied Claudet, laconically, "if I so decide, it will not be without deliberation." In fact, during the whole of the ensuing week, he debated in his mind this question of going away.

Each day his position at Vivey seemed more unbearable.

Without informing any one, he had been to Langres and consulted an officer of his acquaintance on the subject of the formalities required previous to enrolment.
At last, one morning he resolved to go over to the military division and sign his engagement.

But he was not willing to consummate this sacrifice without seeing Reine Vincart for the last time.