"With pleasure, old fellow; I am with you."
He rose, and, taking him by the arm, I said, "Do you remember the little sailor who was in the chain with you?"
"Yes, yes, a little fat, short chap, who was in the second string, wasn't he?"
"Exactly so, at least so I think. Should you know him again?"
"As well as if I saw my own father. I think I see him now, on Bench No. 13, making straps for the covies' darbies."
"I have just apprehended a chap, who I think is he, but am not sure. By chance I went to the guard-house at Birague, and as I went out saw you enter here. Parbleu! said I to myself, that is lucky; here's Cadet, and he will tell me if I am right or not."
"I am quite ready, my boy, if I can oblige you; but before we go, we will have a glass or two. My friends, (to his companions,) do not be impatient; it is only the affair of a minute, and I will be with you again instantly."
We started, and on reaching the guard-house door, politeness required that I should go first, and I did the honours. He went to the bottom of the room, looked sharply about him, but sought in vain for the individual of whom I had spoken to him.
"Where," said he, "is this fagot (galley-slave) that I am to look at?"
I was then near the door, and saw placed against the wall the fragments of a looking-glass, such as is usually found in most guard-houses for the use of the dandies of the garrison, and calling to Boucher, I showed him the shattered reflector.
"Here," I said, "look here."
He looked, and turning towards me, said,
"Ah, Jules, you are chaffing me. I see only you and myself in the glass; but the man, the arrested man, where is he?"
"You must know that there is no man arrested
