Pierre Louis Bougainville, so small and so insignificant, was not looking at him.

He was looking over and beyond him, dreaming perhaps of a glittering future.

The funny little red cap with the tassel might shelter a great brain.

Respect took the place of the wish to laugh.
"Monsieur Bougainville," he said in his excellent French, "my name is John Scott.

I am from America, but I am serving in the allied Franco-British army.