He tore off the green cap and dashed it to the ground.
"Give me a shako.

Let me feel the bearskin of the guard again," he cried impetuously, as his hands ripped open his overcoat, disclosing his uniform.

"I am a grenadier of the line, Sire." Napoleon peered down at him.
"Ah," he said, "I know you.

You are called----" "Bal-Arret, your Majesty." "Exactly.

Have you stopped any more this time ?" "There is one in my left arm.