But if you have for your motto 'Honor and Courage,' as I am well satisfied you have, I have no right to complain, and the regiment is in good hands." Dinner was ready.Mme.Renault took Fougas' arm.

She had him sit at her right, and M.Nibor at her left.

The Colonel and the Mayor took their places at the sides of M.Renault; the rest of the company distributed themselves as it happened, regardless of etiquette.
Fougas gulped down the soup and _entrees_, helping himself to every dish, and drinking in proportion.

An appetite of the other world! "Estimable Amphitryon," said he to M.Renault, "don't get frightened at seeing me fall upon the rations.

I always ate just so; except during the retreat in Russia.