The marshal, a fine fellow, welcomed his comrade heartily, and showed him over his hotel.

The visitor's face gradually grew somber, and bitter words escaped from his lips; he often murmured, "Ah, how lucky you are!"-- At last, the marshal, impatient, said to him, "Well, I will make all this over to you on one condition."-- "What is it ?"--"You must go down into the court.

I will post two grenadiers at the window with their guns, and they shall fire at you.

If they miss, you shall have the hotel and everything in it."-- "Ah, no, thanks!"-- "My friend, more shots than these have been fired at me and nearer by!"] [Footnote 3334: Roederer, III., 332 (Aug.

2, 1800).] [Footnote 3335: Papers of Maine de Biran.