But I am not the son of a shoemaker. Neither are you, Monsieur D&rsquo;Hubert. You and I have something that your Bonaparte&rsquo;s princes, dukes, and marshals have not, because there&rsquo;s no power on earth that could give it to them,&rdquo; retorted the emigre, with the rising animation of a man who has got hold of a hopeful argument. &ldquo;Those people don&rsquo;t exist&mdash;all these Ferauds. Feraud! What is Feraud? A va-nu-pieds disguised into a general by a Corsican adventurer masquerading as an emperor. There is no earthly reason for a D&rsquo;Hubert to s&rsquo;encanailler by a duel with a person of that sort. You can make your excuses to him perfectly well. And if the manant takes into his head to decline them, you may simply refuse to meet him.&rdquo; </p> <p> &ldquo;You say I may do that?&rdquo; </p> <p> &ldquo;I do. With the clearest conscience.&rdquo; </p> <p> &ldquo;Monsieur le Chevalier! To what do you think you have returned from your emigration?&rdquo; </p> <p> This was said in such a startling tone that the old man raised sharply his bowed head, glimmering silvery white under the points of the little tricorne. For a time he made no sound. </p> <p> &ldquo;God knows!&rdquo; he said at last, pointing with a slow and grave gesture at a tall roadside cross mounted on a block of stone, and stretching its arms of forged iron all black against the darkening red band in the sky&mdash;&ldquo;God knows! If it were not for this emblem, which I remember seeing on this spot as a child, I would wonder to what we who remained faithful to God and our king have returned. The very voices of the people have changed.&rdquo; </p> <p> &ldquo;Yes, it is a changed France,&rdquo; said General D&rsquo;Hubert. He seemed to have regained his calm. His tone was slightly ironic. &ldquo;Therefore I cannot take your advice. Besides, how is one to refuse to be bitten by a dog that means to bite? It&rsquo;s impracticable. Take my word for it&mdash;Feraud isn&rsquo;t a man to be stayed by apologies or refusals. But there are other ways. I could, for instance, send a messenger with a word to the brigadier of the gendarmerie in Senlac. He and his two friends are liable to arrest on my simple order. It would make some talk in the army, both the organized and the disbanded&mdash;especially the disbanded. All canaille! All once upon a time the companions in arms of Armand D&rsquo;Hubert. But what need a D&rsquo;Hubert care what people that don&rsquo;t exist may think? Or, better still, I might get my brother-in-law to send for the mayor of the village and give him a hint. No more would be needed to get the three &lsquo;brigands&rsquo; set upon with