Wounded?
Where?
How?
On the battlefield ?" "No, general," said he, "he was dragged into a quarrel yesterday, and received a sword thrust through his body." Bonaparte frowned.

"And yet they know very well I do not approve of duels; a soldier's blood belongs not to himself, but to France.

Give Muiron the order then." "He is killed, general." "To Elliot, in that case." "Killed also." Bonaparte drew his handkerchief from his pocket and passed it over his brow, which was bathed with sweat.
"To whom you will, then; but I want to see that lieutenant." He dared not name any others, fearing to hear again that fatal "Killed!" A quarter of an hour later the young lieutenant was ushered into his tent, which was lighted faintly by a single lamp.
"Come nearer, lieutenant," said Bonaparte.
The young man made three steps and came within the circle of light.
"So you are the man who wished to cross the bridge before me ?" continued Bonaparte.
"It was done on a wager, general," gayly answered the young lieutenant, whose voice made the general start.
"Did I make you lose it ?" "Maybe, yes; maybe, no." "What was the wager ?" "That I should be promoted captain to-day." "You have won it." "Thank you, general." The young man moved hastily forward as if to press Bonaparte's hand, but checked himself almost immediately.

The light had fallen full on his face for an instant; that instant sufficed to make the general notice the face as he had the voice.

Neither the one nor the other was unknown to him.