All I know is that I'm going, too." "We're going to hunt a boar." "Oh, joy!" cried the boy, clapping his little hands.
"Are you crazy ?" asked Madame de Montrevel, turning pale.
"Why so, madame mother, if you please ?" "Because boar hunts are very dangerous." "Not so dangerous as hunting men.

My brother got back safe from that, and so will I from the other." "Roland," cried Madame de Montrevel, while Amelie, lost in thought, took no part in the discussion, "Roland, make Edouard listen to reason.

Tell him that he hasn't got common-sense." But Roland, who recognized himself again in his young brother, instead of blaming him, smiled at his boyish ardor.

"I'd take you willingly," said he, "only to go hunting one must at least know how to handle a gun." "Oh, Master Roland," cried Edouard, "just come into the garden a bit.
Put up your hat at a hundred yards, and I'll show you how to handle a gun." "Naughty child," exclaimed Madame de Montrevel, trembling, "where did you learn ?" "Why, from the gunsmith at Montagnac, who keeps papa's and Roland's guns.

You ask me sometimes what I do with my money, don't you?
Well, I buy powder and balls with it, and I am learning to kill Austrians and Arabs like my brother Roland." Madame de Montrevel raised her hands to heaven.
"What can you expect, mother ?" asked Roland.