"The Emperor stood a little apart, his face pale, his head bent.

He was frowning and whistling." "Whistling! Damme," burst out Sir Gervaise Yeovil, deeply interested in the unpretentious account of so heroic a deed.

"What was he whistling ?" "_Malbrook-s'en-va-t'en-guerre_." "By gad," roared the Englishman.

"Marlborough beat you.

Just wait until we come in touch with you." "There was no Napoleon there," observed Marteau simply, as if that were adequate answer.
"Napoleon or no Napoleon, wait until Wellington----" "We shall wait." "Pardon, Monsieur Yeovil," said the Countess, "will you not allow Monsieur Marteau to proceed ?" "There is little more to tell, mademoiselle.