Miollis replied by a terrible cannonading. My father not only heard the firing at St. Antoine, but he could even see the smoke of it. My father despatched Dermoncourt in hot haste to obtain definite news. Dermoncourt was very young, thoroughly active and full of courage; he rode across hedge and ditch till he reached St. Georges, where he found General Miollis facing both Provera and Wurmser at the same time. Just as he got up to Miollis, through the firing, and saluted, a bullet carried the general's cap off. "Ah! is it you, my lad?" said Miollis. "Have you come from Dumas?" "Yes, General; he heard your cannonade, and, knowing the rotten condition of your fortifications, he was very uneasy about you." "Very good. Tell him not to worry about me; I have made my headquarters here in the citadel, and, if there is one thing more certain than another, it is that the enemy will have to pass over my grave if they enter the citadel." "But what about Provera?" asked Dermoncourt. "Bah! Provera is in a trap. My friend Augereau, who let him pass by, is following him, and, while I stay here, he has gone to drive him into a corner. So tell Dumas that to-morrow will see Provera despatched." Dermoncourt had seen enough; he returned to St. Antoine, which my father had made his headquarters so as to be more within reach of the enemy. He arrived there at five o'clock, and reported that all was going forward satisfactorily. Victor had rejoined my father with his brigade and he was dining with him, when Dermoncourt entered. This was the third sleepless night they had passed. My father and Victor flung themselves clothed as they were upon their beds. Dermoncourt remained up to draw out the report to General Serrurier of his excursion to St. Georges. He was in the full tide of his narrative when he felt someone place a hand on his shoulder. He turned; it was Bonaparte; he had arrived. "Well!" he said, "we have won the battle of Rivoli; here I am; the head of Masséna's division is following me at top speed. What is Miollis doing? Where is Provera? From what I hear, Augereau let him slip by. Surely he followed him? What is Wurmser doing? Has he attempted any move? Do you hear? Speak." "General," Dermoncourt replied, as laconically as Bonaparte had interrogated him, "Augereau was overpowered, but he fell back on Provera's rear, and took two thousand prisoners and twelve pieces of cannon." "Good." "Provera is now before St. Georges, which Miollis has held all day long, and means to hold until he and his men are exterminated." "Good." "Wurmser has tried to make sorties, but he has been forced back into Mantua." "Good. Where is Dumas?" "Here I am, General," replied my father, appearing at his bedroom door. "Ah! there you are, monsieur," said Bonaparte, who looked rather black at him. My father could not pass by such a look without asking an explanation of it. "Yes, it is I! Well, what is wrong?"