expression in those funny little, twinkling eyes of his.
"Were you the only messenger?" he asked.
"There was one other, sir," said I. "Major Charpentier, of the Horse Grenadiers."
"He has not yet arrived," said the King of Spain.
"If you had seen the legs of his horse, sire, you would not wonder at it," I remarked.
"There may be other reasons," said Talleyrand, and he gave that singular smile of his.
Well, they paid me a compliment or two, though they might have said a good deal more and yet have said too little. I bowed myself out, and very glad I was to get away, for I hate a Court as much as I love a camp. Away I went to my old friend Chaubert, in the Rue Miromesnil, and there I got his hussar uniform, which fitted me very well. He and Lisette and I supped together in his rooms, and all my dangers were forgotten. In the morning I found Violette ready for another twenty-league stretch. It was my intention to return instantly to the Emperor's headquarters, for I was, as you may well imagine, impatient to hear his words of praise, and to receive my reward.
I need not say that I rode back by a safe route, for I had seen quite enough of Uhlans and Cossacks. I passed through Meaux and Château
