and the white breeches. His hands were clasped behind his back, and his chin sunk forward upon his breast, in the way that was usual with him.
"Well," said he, in his hardest and most abrupt voice, "what account do you give of yourself?"
I believe that, if he had stood in silence for another minute, my brain would have given way. But those sharp military accents were exactly what I needed to bring me to myself. Living or dead, here was the Emperor standing before me and asking me questions. I sprang to the salute.
"You have killed one, I see," said he, jerking his head towards the beech.
"Yes, sire."
"And the other escaped?"
"No, sire, I killed him also."
"What!" he cried. "Do I understand that you have killed them both?" He approached me as he spoke with a smile which set his teeth gleaming in the moonlight.
"One body lies there, sire," I answered. "The other is in the tool-house at the quarry."
"Then the Brothers of Ajaccio are no more," he cried, and after a pause, as if speaking to himself: "The shadow has passed me for ever."
