They laughed, and the mustard mounted higher and higher in Fougas' nose.
"In my time," said he, "a foot soldier became a dragoon in twenty-four hours; and if any one would like to make a match with me on horseback, sabre in hand, I'll show him what infantry is!" "Monsieur," coolly replied M.du Marnet, "I hope that opportunities will not be lacking to you in the field of battle.

It is there that a true soldier displays his talents and bravery.

Infantry and cavalry, we alike belong to France.

I drink to her, Monsieur, and I hope you will not refuse to touch glasses with me .-- To France!" This was certainly well spoken and well settled.

The clicking of glasses applauded M.du Marnet.