"Did I not bid you await my orders?
Is this how you wait?
You see that I am compelled to reconduct the Citoyenne myself, for I might have called you in vain all night." Guyot came forward sheepishly, and a trifle unsteady in his gait.
"I did not hear you call, Citizen," he muttered.
"It had been a miracle if you had with this din," answered La Boulaye.
"Here, take the Citoyenne back to her carriage." Obediently Guyot led the Citoyenne across the room and out into the courtyard, and the men, restrained by La Boulaye's severe presence, dared scarcely so much as raise their eyes to her as she passed out.
"And now to your posts," was Caron's stern command.

"By my soul, if you were men of mine I would have you flogged for this.

Out with you!" And he pointed imperiously to the door.
"It is a bitter night, Citizen," grumbled one of them.
"Do you call yourself soldiers, and does a touch of frost make cowards of you?
Outside, you old wives, at once! I'll see you at your post before I go to bed." And with that he set himself to drive them out, and they went, until none but his own half-dozen remained.

These he bade dispose themselves about the hearth, in which they very readily obeyed him.
On a side-table stood a huge steaming can which had attracted La Boulaye's attention from the moment that he had entered the room.

He went to peer into this, and found it full almost to the brim of mulled red wine.
With his back to those in the room, so as to screen his actions, he had uncorked the phial as he was approaching the can.