"I'd sooner be in my grave any day, than go to one of those horrid bloody battles." "Or you, Momont; supposing you'd been there ?" "Maybe I might have done as much as another, old as I look," replied the butler.
"I'm sure you'd have done well, Momont.

I'm sure you'd have done very well," endeavouring to conciliate him into listening; "but supposing you had been there, or at the camp of Varin--we'll say Varin, for after all, we had more fighting there than at Saumur.

Supposing you were one of the attacking party; you find yourself close wedged in between your two comrades right opposite the trenches; you have a loaded musket in your hand, with a bayonet fixed to it, and you have five or six rounds of cartridges in your belt; you know that you are to do your best, or rather your worst with what you've got.

Well, your commander gives the word of attack.

We'll suppose it's the good Cathelineau.