Now imagine, general, there is a Chartreuse near Bourg--" "The Chartreuse of Seillon; I know it." "What! You know the Chartreuse of Seillon ?" demanded Roland.
"Doesn't the general know everything ?" cried Bourrienne.
"Well, about the Chartreuse; are there any monks there now ?" "No; only ghosts--" "Are you, perchance, going to tell me a ghost-story ?" "And a famous one at that!" "The devil! Bourrienne knows I love them.

Go on." "Well, we were told at home that the Chartreuse was haunted by ghosts.
Of course, you understand that Sir John and I, or rather I and Sir John, wanted to clear our minds about it.

So we each spent a night there." "Where ?" "Why, at the Chartreuse." Bonaparte made an imperceptible sign of the cross with his thumb, a Corsican habit which he never lost.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, "did you see any ghosts ?" "One." "And what did you do to it ?" "Shot at it." "And then ?" "It walked away." "And you allowed yourself to be baffled ?" "Good! How well you know me! I followed it, and fired again.

But as he knew his way among the ruins better than I, he escaped me." "The devil!" "The next day it was Sir John's turn; I mean our Englishman." "Did he see your ghost ?" "He saw something better.

He saw twelve monks enter the church, who tried him for trying to find out their secrets, condemned him to death, and who, on my word of honor, stabbed him." "Didn't he defend himself ?" "Like a lion.