There stood young St.
Laurent, one of the royalist officers, newly appointed to the regiment, who had been made aide to the Governor and commander.
"Major Lestoype," said the youth with great firmness, having recovered his presence of mind and realizing instantly the full purport and menace of the situation, "an order from the Governor requests your presence at once.

I was sent to deliver it.

The soldiers at the door strove vainly to stop me but I forced my way past them.

I am an unwelcome guest, I perceive, being a loyal servant of the King, but I am here.

What is the meaning of this gathering, the worship of this discarded emblem, these treasonable cries ?" "Am I, a veteran of the army of Italy, to be catechised and questioned by a boy ?" growled Lestoype in mingled rage and astonishment.
"You forget yourself, monsieur.