"Say that General Bonaparte's reputation for honor and delicacy is such that a miserable Italian proverb, inspired by ill-natured losers, cannot reflect discredit on him.

Say that, and I throw this weapon away to grasp your hand; for I recognize in you, sir, a brave man." "I cannot accord that homage to his honor and delicacy until your general has devoted the influence which his genius gives him over France as Monk did--that is to say, to reinstate his legitimate sovereign upon the throne." "Ah!" cried Roland, with a smile, "that is asking too much of a republican general." "Then I maintain what I said," replied the young noble.

"Fire! monsieur, fire!" Then as Roland made no haste to obey this injunction, he shouted, stamping his foot: "Heavens and earth! will you fire ?" At these words Roland made a movement as if he intended to fire in the air.
"Ah!" exclaimed M.de Barjols.

Then with a rapidity of gesture and speech that prevented this, "Do not fire in the air, I beg, or I shall insist that we begin again and that you fire first." "On my honor!" cried Roland, turning as pale as if the blood had left his body, "this is the first time I have done so much for any man.

Go to the devil! and if you don't want to live, then die!" At the same time he lowered his arm and fired, without troubling to take aim.
Alfred de Barjols put his hand to his breast, swayed back and forth, turned around and fell face down upon the ground.