"Zounds! Dear uncle, not so fast!" interjected the colonel. "I am not inclined to carry out my destiny with quite such scrupulous accuracy." "You big baby!" replied the Cardinal impatiently, taking a fresh pinch of snuff. "Do you not understand that, in order that the large majority of the race of Adam suffer and be meritoriously conscious of its suffering, it is requisite that there be always in evidence a neat small number of happy people in the world?" "Oh, I see! As a contrast; is that it, dear uncle?" "Necessarily. The depth of the valley is not realized but for its contrast with the mountain top. But enough of philosophy. As you know, I have an accurate eye, quick and certain. The situation is such as I have described it to you. I repeat--do as I have done. Realize all your negotiable effects in gold, or in good drafts upon London. Send in your resignation this minute, and let us depart to-morrow at the very latest. Such is the blindness of those people that they apprehend nothing. You said so yourself. There is hardly any military precaution taken. You can, accordingly, without in any way wounding your military honor, quit your regiment this instant." "Impossible, my dear uncle--that would be an act of cowardice. If the Republic is to be established, the thing will not be done without the firing of some guns. I wish to do my part--I wish to be quits. Politeness for politeness, with good round discharges of muskets! My dragoons will want nothing better than a chance to charge upon the canaille." "Then you propose to defend the throne of the wretches of Orleans!" exclaimed the Cardinal with a loud outburst of sardonic laughter. "Dear uncle, you know very well I did not wheel in line in support of the Orleans dynasty. No more than you, do I love them. I simply joined the army, because I have a military turn of mind. The army has but one opinion--discipline. In short, if your foresight is correct--and your trained experience inclines me to the belief that you are not mistaken--then a battle will be fought this very day. Under such circumstances I would be a despicable wretch to hand in my resignation on the eve of an encounter." "Then you are determined to run the risk of being riddled with bullets or brained by the mob on a barricade--in the interest of the Orleans dynasty?" "I am a soldier--I am determined to fulfil the duties of my profession." "But, you devil of a stubborn block! Suppose you are killed, our house would then fall from the lance to the distaff." "I promised you I would marry at forty--" "But until then--think of it--these street fights are disgraceful--to die in the mud of the gutters, killed by a lot of beggars!"