A few buckwheat cakes served as a desert to this modest repast.

The table was laid for two.
"You see, Monsieur de Montrevel, that my lads hoped you would do me the honor to sup with me." "Faith! they were not far wrong.

I should have asked for supper, had you not invited me; and I might have been forced to seize some had you not invited me." "Then fall to!" The young colonel sat down gayly.
"Excuse the repast I offer you," said Cadoudal; "unlike your generals, I don't make prize money; my soldiers feed me.

Have you anything else for us, Brise-Bleu ?" "A chicken fricassee, general." "That's your dinner, Monsieur de Montrevel." "A feast! Now, I have but one fear, general." "What is it ?" "All will go well for the eating, but when it comes to drinking--" "Don't you like cider?
The devil! I'm sorry; cider or water, that's my cellar." "Oh! that's not it; but whose health are we going to drink ?" "Is that all, sir ?" said Cadoudal, with great dignity.

"We will drink to the health of our common mother, France.