CHAPTER V.
RETURN.
In order to return to Quiberon, we were compelled, on the following day, to arise before seven o'clock, a feat which required some courage.

While we were still stiff from fatigue and shivering with sleep, we got into a boat along with a white horse, two drummers, the same one-eyed gendarme and the same soldier who, this time, however, did not lecture anybody.
As drunk as a lord, he kept slipping under the benches and had all he could do to keep his shako on his head and extricate his gun from between his feet.

I could not say which was the sillier of the two.

The gendarme was sober, but he was very stupid.

He deplored the soldier's lack of manners, enumerated the punishments that would be dealt out to him, was scandalised by his hiccoughs and resented his demeanour.