He had a handsome face, pale and clear-cut, with a bristling moustache, which cut across the brass chin-chain of his busby.
'Well,' said he, 'well ?' The older man had put his pistol back into the breast of his brown coat.
'This is Lucien Lesage,' said he.
The hussar looked with disgust at the prostrate figure upon the floor.
'A pretty conspirator!' said he.

'Get up, you grovelling hound! Here, Gerard, take charge of him and bring him into camp.' A younger officer with two troopers at his heels came clanking in to the hut, and the wretched creature, half swooning, was dragged out into the darkness.
'Where is the other--the man called Toussac ?' 'He killed the hound and escaped.

Lesage would have got away also had I not prevented him.

If you had kept the dog in leash we should have had them both, but as it is, Colonel Lasalle, I think that you may congratulate me.' He held out his hand as he spoke, but the other turned abruptly on his heel.
'You hear that, General Savary ?' said he, looking out of the door.
'Toussac has escaped.' A tall, dark young man appeared within the circle of light cast by the lamp.

The agitation of his handsome swarthy face showed the effect which the news had upon him.
'Where is he then ?' 'It is a quarter of an hour since he got away.' 'But he is the only dangerous man of them all.