As he crossed the threshold of the common room he was confronted by the tall figure of La Boulaye.
"I make you my compliments, Charlot," was Caron's greeting, "upon the vigorous health that appears to prevail in your hospital." Tardivet stood a moment within the doorway, staring at the Deputy.

Then his brow cleared, and with a laugh, at once of welcome and amusement, he strode forward and put out his hand.
"My good Caron!" he cried.

"To meet you at Boisvert is a pleasure I had not looked for." "Are you so very sure," asked La Boulaye sardonically, as he took the outstretched hand, "that it is a pleasure ?" "How could it be else, old friend?
By St.Guillotine!" he added, clapping the Deputy on the back, "you shall come to my room, and we will broach a bottle of green seal." In some measure of wonder, La Boulaye permitted himself to be led up the crazy stairs to a most untidy room above, which evidently did duty as the Captain's parlour.

A heavy brass lamp, hanging from the ceiling, a few untrustworthy chairs and a deal table, stained and unclean, were the only articles of furniture.

But in almost every corner there were untidy heaps of garments Of all sorts and conditions; strewn about the floor were other articles of apparel, a few weapons, a saddle, and three or four boots; here an empty bottle, lying on its side, yonder a couple of full ones by the hearth; an odd book or two and an infinity of playing cards, cast there much as a sower scatters his seeds upon the ground.
There may be a hundred ways of apprehending the character of a man, but none perhaps is more reliable than the appearance of his dwelling, and no discerning person that stepped into Captain Tardivet's parlour could long remain in doubt of its inhabitant's pursuits and habits.
When Dame Capoulade had withdrawn, after bringing them their wine and casting a few logs upon the fire, La Boulaye turned his back to the hearth and confronted his host.
"Why are you not with the army, Charlot ?" he asked in a tone which made the question sound like a demand.
"Have they not told you," rejoined the other airily, engrossed in filling the glasses.
"I understand you were sent here to recover from a wound you received three months ago at Jemappes, and to take charge of other invalided soldiers.