No, I say that big villain never served in the Guard.

A guardsman would never behave as he does to another guardsman, under the very eyes of the bourgeois; impossible! Ah! it's all wrong; the Guard is disgraced--and here, at Issoudun! where it was once so honored." "Come, Potel, don't worry yourself," answered Max; "even if you do not see me at the banquet--" "What! do you mean that you won't be there the day after to-morrow ?" cried Potel, interrupting his friend.

"Do you wish to be called a coward?
and have it said you are running away from Bridau?
No, no! The unmounted grenadiers of the Guard can not draw back before the dragoons of the Guard.

Arrange your business in some other way and be there!" "One more to send to the shades!" said Max.

"Well, I think I can manage my business so as to get there--For," he thought to himself, "that power of attorney ought not to be in my name; as old Heron says, it would look too much like theft." This lion, tangled in the meshes Philippe Bridau was weaving for him, muttered between his teeth as he went along; he avoided the looks of those he met and returned home by the boulevard Vilatte, still talking to himself.
"I will have that money before I fight," he said.