"Forward, march! infantry, cavalry, artillery, and marines of the guard! You rave, my good fellow! And I, what part am I to take in the business ?" Dutocq.

"You are to make a cutting caricature,--sharp enough to kill a man." Bixiou.

"How much will you pay for it ?" Dutocq.

"A hundred francs." Bixiou [to himself].

"Then there is something in it." Dutocq [continuing].