Jules is perpetually hugging Jacques, and talking about the altar of his country on which he means to mount.

I verily believe that the people walking on the Boulevards, and the assistants of the shops who deal out their wares, in uniform, are under the impression that they are heroes already, perilling life and limb for their country.

Every girl who trips along thinks that she is a Maid of Saragossa.

It is almost impossible for an Englishman to realise the intense delight which a Frenchman has in donning a uniform, strutting about with a martial swagger, and listening to a distant cannonade.

As yet the only real hardships we have suffered have been that our fish is a little stale, and that we are put on short allowance of milk.