"He is a gentleman--which you are not." "I am no gentleman, say you ?" cried the enraged French boy.

"Why, young Straw-nose, my ancestors were gentlemen under great King Louis when yours were tending sheep on your Corsican hills.

My father is an officer of France; yours is"-- "Well, sir, and what is mine ?" said Napoleon defiantly.
"Yours," Bouquet laughed with a mocking and cruel sneer, "yours is but a lackey, a beggar in livery, a miserable tip-staff!" Napoleon flung himself at the insulter of his father in a fury; but he was caught back by those standing by, and saved from the disgrace of again breaking the rules by fighting in the school-hall.
All night, however, he brooded over Bouquet's taunting words, and the desire for revenge grew hot within him.
The boy had said his father was no gentleman.

No gentleman, indeed! Bouquet should see that he knew how gentlemen should act.

He would not fall upon him, and beat him as he deserved.