They galloped into the courtyard, blowing trumpets and making an infernal hubbub.

Down came the alcalde in a passion.

'Prepare quarters quickly, and rations for eight hundred men.' "'Who dares to issue such an order ?' said he.
"The aide-de-camp whispered one word in his ear, and the old fellow grew pale as death.

'Is he here; is he coming,--is he coming ?' said he, trembling from head to foot.
"I rode in myself at this moment looking thus,-- "'_Ou est le malheureux ?_' said I, in French,--you know I speak French like Portuguese." "Devilish like, I've no doubt," muttered Power.
"'_Pardon, gracias eccellenza!_' said the alcalde, on his knees." "Who the deuce did he take you for, Major ?" "You shall hear; you'll never guess, though.

Lord, I shall never forget it! He thought I was Marmont; my aide-de-camp told him so." One loud burst of laughter interrupted the major at this moment, and it was some considerable time before he could continue his narrative.
"And do you really mean," said I, "that you personated the Duke de Raguse ?" "Did I not, though?
If you had only seen me with a pair of great mustaches, and a drawn sabre in my hand, pacing the room up and down in presence of the assembled authorities.