As loyal subjects of our gracious and most catholic Majesty, King Louis XVIII, whom God preserve," continued the old man, taking off his hat, "it becomes our duty to seize, and if he resists, to kill this treacherous monster, who had plunged Europe into a sea of blood and well-nigh ruined France." The old man did not mince words, it appeared! "You, gentlemen and comrades, have all sworn oaths before God and man to be faithful to the King whose bread you eat and whose uniform you wear.

It has been said to me that there is disaffection among you.

I cannot believe that a soldier of France can be false to his oaths and to his flag.

The Fifth Regiment of the Line will march with me to meet the Corsican.

The cavalry and my personal escort will keep the gates.