"I wrote to my mother three days ago to bring the boy to Paris. I intended to put him in college without mentioning it, and when he was old enough to tell you about him--always supposing that my aneurism had not carried me off in the meantime. But in that case--"
"In that case?"
"Oh! in that case I have left a bit of a will addressed to you, and recommending to your kindness my mother, and the boy and the girl--in short, the whole raft."
"The girl! Who is she?"
"My sister."
"So you have a sister also?"
"Yes."
"How old is she?"
"Seventeen."
"Pretty?"
"Charming."
"I'll take charge of her establishment."
Roland began to laugh.
"What's the matter?" demanded the First Consul.
"General, I'm going to put a placard over the grand entrance to the Luxembourg."
"What will you put on the placard?"
"'Marriages made here.'"
"Why not? Is it any reason because you don't wish to marry for your sister to remain an old maid? I don't like old maids any better than I do old bachelors."
"I did not say, general, that my sister should remain an old maid; it's quite enough for one member of the Montrevel family to have incurred your displeasure."
"Then what do you mean?"
"Only that, as the matter concerns my sister, she must, if you will allow it, be consulted."
"Ah, ha! Some provincial love-affair, is there?"
"I can't say. I left poor Amelie gay and happy, and I find her pale and sad. I shall get the truth out of her; and if you wish me to speak to you again about the matter, I will do so."
"Yes, do so--when you get back from the Vendee."
"Ah! So I am going to the Vendee?"
"Why, is that, like marriage, repugnant, to you?"
"Not in the least."
"Then you are going to the Vendee."
"When?"
"Oh, you need not hurry, providing you start to-morrow."
"Excellent; sooner if you wish. Tell me what I am to do there."
"Something of the utmost importance, Roland."
"The devil! It isn't a diplomatic mission, I presume?"
"Yes; it is a diplomatic mission for which I need a man who is not a diplomatist."
"Then I'm your man, general! Only, you understand, the less a diplomatist I am, the more precise my instructions must be."
"I am going to give them to you. Do you see that map?"
And he showed the young man a large map of Piedmont stretched out on the floor, under a lamp suspended from the ceiling.
"Yes, I see it," replied Roland, accustomed to follow the general along the unexpected dashes of his genius; "but it is a map of Piedmont."
"Yes, it's a map of Piedmont."
"So there is still a question of Italy?"
"There is always a question of Italy."
"I thought you spoke of the Vendee?"
"Secondarily."
"Why, general, you are not going to send me to the Vendee and go yourself to Italy, are you?"
"No; don't be alarmed."
"All right; but I warn you, if you did, I should desert and join you."
"I give you permission to do so; but now let us go back to Melas."
"Excuse me, general; this is the first time you have mentioned him."
"Yes; but I have been thinking of him for a long time. Do you know where I shall defeat him?"
"The deuce! I do."