"Corporal! corporal!" cried Lagroin; "in a week you shall be a lieutenant and a month shall make you a captain, and maybe better than that!" "Better than that--bagosh!" cried the charcoalman in surprise, proudly using the innocuous English oath.

"Better than that--sutler, maybe ?" said the mealman, smacking his lips.
"Better than that," replied Lagroin, swelling with importance.

"Ay, ay, my dears, great things are for you.

I command the army, and I have free hand from my master.

Ah, what joy to serve a Napoleon once again! What joy! Lord, how I remember--" "Better than that-eh ?" persisted Duclosse, perspiring, the meal on his face making a sort of paste.
"A general or a governor, my children," said Lagroin.