LIEUTENANT (intellectually overtaxed). Well, it's a little complicated; but I daresay it will be all right. LADY. And now, whilst you're waiting, don't you think you had better make terms with the General? LIEUTENANT. Oh, look here, this is getting frightfully complicated. What terms? LADY. Make him promise that if you catch my brother he will consider that you have cleared your character as a soldier. He will promise anything you ask on that condition. LIEUTENANT. That's not a bad idea. Thank you: I think I'll try it. LADY. Do. And mind, above all things, don't let him see how clever you are. LIEUTENANT. I understand. He'd be jealous. LADY. Don't tell him anything except that you are resolved to capture my brother or perish in the attempt. He won't believe you. Then you will produce my brother-- LIEUTENANT (interrupting as he masters the plot). And have the laugh at him! I say: what a clever little woman you are! (Shouting.) Giuseppe! LADY. Sh! Not a word to Giuseppe about me. (She puts her finger on her lips. He does the same. They look at one another warningly. Then, with a ravishing smile, she changes the gesture into wafting him a kiss, and runs out through the inner door. Electrified, he bursts into a volley of chuckles. Giuseppe comes back by the outer door.) GIUSEPPE. The horse is ready, Lieutenant. LIEUTENANT. I'm not going just yet. Go and find the General, and tell him I want to speak to him. GIUSEPPE (shaking his head). That will never do, Lieutenant. LIEUTENANT. Why not? GIUSEPPE. In this wicked world a general may send for a lieutenant; but a lieutenant must not send for a general. LIEUTENANT. Oh, you think he wouldn't like it. Well, perhaps you're right: one has to be awfully particular about that sort of thing now we've got a republic. Napoleon reappears, advancing from the vineyard, buttoning the breast of his coat, pale and full of gnawing thoughts. GIUSEPPE (unconscious of Napoleon's approach). Quite true, Lieutenant, quite true. You are all like innkeepers now in France: you have to be polite to everybody. NAPOLEON (putting his hand on Giuseppe's shoulder). And that destroys the whole value of politeness, eh? LIEUTENANT. The very man I wanted! See here, General: suppose I catch that fellow for you! NAPOLEON (with ironical gravity). You will not catch him, my friend. LIEUTENANT. Aha! you think so; but you'll see. Just wait. Only, if I do catch him and hand him over to you, will you cry quits? Will you drop all this about degrading me in the presence of my regiment? Not that I mind, you know; but still no regiment likes to have all the other regiments laughing at it. NAPOLEON. (a cold ray of humor striking pallidly across his gloom). What shall we do with this officer, Giuseppe? Everything he says is wrong. GIUSEPPE (promptly). Make him a general, excellency; and then everything he says will be right. LIEUTENANT (crowing). Haw-aw! (He throws himself ecstatically on the couch to enjoy the joke.)