FLAMBEAU.

Looks rather well!

SEDLINZKY.

Come! Make an end!

FLAMBEAU.

[_To the_ DUKE.]

My Lord, this leaves me not Till death!

SEDLINZKY.

What! He has pinned another on!

FLAMBEAU.

You cannot make an end! I've pinned another; And when that's gone, another, and another!

THE DUKE.

What will they do?

FLAMBEAU.

What did they do to Ney?

THE DUKE.

Impossible--!

FLAMBEAU.

A little firing-party-- Rrrrrr!

THE DUKE.

Ah!

FLAMBEAU.

I always laughed at bullets; But French ones? Never! None of that, Lisette!

THE DUKE.

You will not give him up?

SEDLINZKY.

Without delay!

FLAMBEAU.

Seraph, your wings are clipped; good-night, my friend!

SEDLINZKY.

March!

THE DUKE.

Look! He staggers! Flambeau!--Look!

POLICEMAN.

He's falling!

FLAMBEAU.

[_On his knees; knocking off the policeman's hat_.]

The Duke is speaking! Take that stovepipe off!

THE DUKE.

Flambeau, you've killed yourself!

FLAMBEAU.

No! I've pinned on An everlasting ribbon of the Legion!

THE DUKE.

I'll not allow one of your men to touch him: What! the clean soldier touched by soiled policemen!

Leave us alone together. Go!--Begone!

FLAMBEAU.

My Lord--!

SEDLINZKY.

[_To a policeman, pointing to the old man of the hut._]

Lead off that peasant.