You had chosen more wisely had you elected to serve the Republic with your sword instead.

Come, my friend," and he pointed to the wine, "let us pledge the Nation." La Boulaye shrugged his shoulders slightly, and sighed.

In the end he came forward and took the wine.
"Long live the Republic!" was Charlot's toast, and with a slight inclination of the head La Boulaye drained his glass.
"It is likely to live without you, Charlot, unless you mend your conduct." "Diable!" snapped the Captain, a trifle peevishly.

"Can you not understand that in my own way I am serving my country.

You have called me a brigand.