Go, Monsieur de Montrevel, and remain with your friends.

I give them thus the advantage of numbers, for you alone are worth ten men." Roland raised his hat.
"What are you doing, sir ?" demanded Cadoudal.
"I always bow to that which is grand, general; I bow to you." "Come, colonel," said Cadoudal, "a last glass of wine; let each of us drink to what we love best, to that which we grieve to leave behind, to that we hope to meet in heaven." Taking the bottle and the one glass, he filled it half full, and offered it to Roland.

"We have but one glass, Monsieur de Montrevel; drink first." "Why first ?" "Because, in the first place, you are my guest, and also because there is a proverb that whoever drinks after another knows his thought." Then, he added, laughing: "I want to know your thought, Monsieur de Montrevel." Roland emptied the glass and returned it to Cadoudal.

The latter filled his glass half full, as he had done for Roland, and emptied it in turn.
"Well," asked Roland, "now do you know my thought, general ?" "My thought," said Roland, with his usual frankness, "is that you are a brave man, general.

I shall feel honored if, at this moment when we are going to fight against each other, you will give me your hand." The two young men clasped hands, more like friends parting for a long absence than two enemies about to meet on the battlefield.