And from one thing to another (as I say), M.de Keroual became used to the idea that you were his kinsman and yet served with Buonaparte, and filled instead with wonder that he should have another kinsman who was so remarkably well informed of events in France.

And it now became a very disagreeable question, whether the young gentleman was not a spy?
In short, sir, in seeking to disserve you, he had accumulated against himself a load of suspicions.' My visitor now paused, took snuff, and looked at me with an air of benevolence.
'Good God, sir!' says I, 'this is a curious story.' 'You will say so before I have done,' said he.

'For there have two events followed.

The first of these was an encounter of M.de Keroual and M.de Mauseant.' 'I know the man to my cost,' said I: 'it was through him I lost my commission.' 'Do you tell me so ?' he cried.

'Why, here is news!' 'Oh, I cannot complain!' said I.