He's very brave, but what then; there's that impudent puppy of a valet of his, Chapeau; he's brave too: at least they say so.

But what's bravery?
Can they lead an army?
is there anything of the General about them?
Can they beat the blues?
"Didn't he manage to beat the blues at Amaillou and at Coron, and at Durbelliere?
Faith, I think he has done nothing but beat them these three months." "There's nothing of the General in him, I tell you.

Haven't I seen him in battle now; he's quite at home at a charge, I grant you; and he's not bad in a breach; but Lord bless you, he can't command troops." The landlord and his servant were still standing at the door of the inn, when the party for whom they were waiting made its appearance in the square of the town.

It consisted of a waggon, in which the wounded man was lying, of three or four men on horseback, among whom were Henri Larochejaquelin and the little Chevalier, and a crowd of men on foot, soldiers of the Vendean army, who had not left the side of their General since he had fallen at Cholet.
During the latter part of his journey, de Lescure had been sensible, and had suffered dreadfully both in mind and body.

He had never felt so confident of success as Henri and others had done, and had carried on the war more from a sense of duty than from a hope of restoring the power of the crown.