He saluted them with a wave of his hand, already that of a master rather than that of a comrade.

Then, perceiving General Debel out of uniform, he went down the steps and approached him.
"Why are you in civilian's dress ?" he asked.
"General, I was not notified.

I chanced to be passing along the street, and, seeing the crowd before your house, I came in, fearing you might be in danger." "Go and put on your uniform quickly." "But I live the other side of Paris; it would take too long." But, nevertheless, he made as if to retire.
"What are you going to do ?" "Don't be alarmed, general." Debel had noticed an artilleryman on horseback who was about his size.
"Friend," said he, "I am General Debel.

By order of General Bonaparte lend me your uniform and your horse, and I'll give you furlough for the day.

Here's a louis to drink the health of the commander-in-chief.
To-morrow, come to my house for your horse and uniform.