Ne me plains pas, je dormirai Sans barcaroles, Et de mon corps je nourrirai Des herbes folles. Mais si, par quelque soir d’automne On de brouillard, Pour ton visage de madone Tu veux le fard. De cet air de mélancolie Que j’aimais tant, Alors oublie que tu m’oublies Pour un instant." "Do you like my waltz, messiou?" said the colonel. "Very much indeed, sir," said Aurelle sincerely. The colonel gave him a grateful smile. "I’ll play it again for you, messiou. Doctor, regulate the gramophone slower, speed 59. Don’t scratch the record. For _you_, this time, messiou." *CHAPTER III* BOSWELL. "Why then, sir, did he talk so?" JOHNSON. "Why, sir, to make you answer as you did." The batteries were asleep; Major Parker was answering questions from the brigade; the orderlies brought the rum, sugar and boiling water; the colonel put the gramophone to speed 61, and Dr. O’Grady talked about the Russian Revolution. "It is unprecedented," said he, "for the men who made a revolution to remain in power after it is over. Yet one still finds revolutionaries: that proves how badly history is taught." "Parker," said the colonel, "pass the port." "Ambition," said Aurelle, "is after all not the only motive that inspires men to action. One can be a revolutionary from hatred of a tyrant, from jealousy, or even from the love of humanity." Major Parker abandoned his papers. "I admire France very much, Aurelle, especially since this war; but one thing shocks me in your country, if you will allow me to speak plainly, and that is your jealousy of equality. When I read the history of your Revolution I am sorry I was not there to kick Robespierre and that horrible fellow Hébert. And your _sans-culottes_. Well, that makes me long to dress up in purple satin and gold lace and walk about the Place de la Concorde." The doctor allowed a particularly acute attack of hysteria on the part of Madame Finzi-Magrini to pass, and went on: "The love of humanity is a pathological state of a sexual origin which often appears at the age of puberty in nervous and clever people. The excess of phosphorus in the system must get out somewhere. As for hatred of a tyrant, that is a more human sentiment which has full play in time of war, when force and the mob are one. Emperors must be mad fools to decide on declaring wars which substitute an armed nation for their Prætorian Guards. That idiocy accomplished, despotism of course produces revolution until terrorism leads to the inevitable reaction." "You condemn us then, doctor, to oscillate between rebellion and a _coup d’état_?"