France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction; Napoleon I, Emperor of the French, 1769-1821 -- Fiction
When Charles arrived the master and the pupil were in the act of
saluting each other; the lesson was over, Eugene had been unusually full
of vigor, strength and agility, and Augereau was therefore doubly proud
of him. The table was laid in the little room where the two boys had
breakfasted in the morning.
Eugene presented his new friend to the sergeant-major, who, seeing him
so pale and thin, did not conceive a very exalted opinion of him. Eugene
asked Madame Teutch to lay another cover; but Charles was not hungry,
having just risen from table; he declared therefore that he would
content himself with drinking to the sergeant-major's advancement, but
that he did not care to eat. And to explain his preoccupation he related
the scene which he had just witnessed.
Pierre Augereau in his turn related the story of his life: how he was
born in the Faubourg Saint-Marceau, the son of a journeyman mason and a
fruit-seller. From his infancy he had a decided talent for fencing,
which he learned as the gamin of Paris learns everything. His
adventurous life had led him to Naples, where he had taken service in
the carabineers of King Ferdinand; then he had turned fencing-master,
having combined the French and Neapolitan methods, which made his
fencing extremely dangerous. In 1792, when the order was given for all
Frenchmen to leave the city, he returned to France, where he arrived a
few days after the 2d of September, in time to join the volunteers whom
Danton was despatching to the armies from the Champ de Mars, and who
played such a brilliant part in the victory of Jemmapes. Augereau had
received his first promotion there; then he had passed to the Army of
the Rhine, where the Marquis de Beauharnais raised him to sergeant, and
in which he had just become a sergeant-major. He was thirty-six years
old, and his great ambition was to reach the rank of captain.
Eugene had no tale to tell, but he had a proposition to make, which was
received with enthusiasm; it was to go to the play in order to divert
Charles from his melancholy.
Citizen Bergere's troupe was at that time playing, at the hall of
Breuil, "Brutus," one of Voltaire's plays, and "Filial Love, or the
Wooden Leg," by Demoustiers.
They hastened their dinner, and at six o'clock, protected by the
sergeant, who was a head taller than they, and who possessed two strong
fists, not only for his own service but also for his friends, the three
entered the body of the theatre, and found with difficulty three places
in the seventh or eighth row of the orchestra. At that period arm-chairs
were unknown in the theatres.
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