You will never find it.

It will only be produced when"-- he stopped--"when the violets bloom again." "What is this damned nonsense about flowers I hear everywhere ?" burst out Sir Gervaise.
"Well, monsieur," said the Marquis, "it will be produced before that time, or when the violets do bloom they will find some red soil out of which to spring." "You mean----" "As I live I will have you court-martialed in the morning and shot for high treason.

I stand for the King, for the ancient laws of France.

I will have no paltering with traitors, and I am more inclined to deal swiftly and summarily with you since to treason you add theft and this attempt upon a woman.

Produce that Eagle, or you die." "I must die, then," said the young man.
"By heaven," said Sir Gervaise; looking keenly at the officer, "there is more in this than I can understand.