that, perhaps, with my quicker intelligence I might set the matter straight. His answer always was that it was his mission of which he was thinking, which surprised me, because, although I had never thought much of his intelligence, still it seemed to me to be impossible that anyone could be puzzled by so simple and soldierly a task.
Well, we came at last to Bazoches, where he was to take the southern road and I the northern. He half turned in his saddle before he left me, and he looked at me with a singular expression of inquiry in his face.
"What do you make of it, Brigadier?" he asked.
"Of what?"
"Of our mission."
"Surely it is plain enough."
"You think so? Why should the Emperor tell us his plans?"
"Because he recognized our intelligence."
My companion laughed in a manner which I found annoying.
"May I ask what you intend to do if you find these villages full of Prussians?" he asked.
"I shall obey my orders."
"But you will be killed."
"Very possibly."
He laughed again, and so offensively that I clapped my hand to my sword. But before I could tell him
