They started out for the doctor’s house.  Her visitors had raised La Fosseuse’s spirits; she led the way along narrow tracks, through the loneliest parts of the hills.

“You have told us nothing about yourself, Monsieur l’Officier,” she said.  “I should have liked to hear you tell us about some adventure in the wars.  I liked what you told us about Napoleon very much, but it made me feel sad. . . .  If you would be so very kind——­”

“Quite right!” Benassis exclaimed.  “You ought to tell us about some thrilling adventure during our walk.  Come, now, something really interesting like that business of the beam in Beresina!”

“So few of my recollections are worth telling,” said Genestas.  “Some people come in for all kinds of adventures, but I have never managed to be the hero of any story.  Oh! stop a bit though, a funny thing did once happen to me.  I was with the Grand Army in 1805, and so, of course, I was at Austerlitz.  There was a great deal of skirmishing just before Ulm surrendered, which kept the cavalry pretty fully occupied.  Moreover, we were under the command of Murat, who never let the grass grow under his feet.

“I was still only a sub-lieutenant in those days.  It was just at the opening of the campaign, and after one of these affairs, that we took possession of a district in which there were a good many fine estates; so it fell out that one evening my regiment bivouacked in a park belonging to a handsome chateau where a countess lived, a young and pretty woman she was.  Of course, I meant to lodge in the house, and I hurried there to put a stop to pillage of any sort.  I came into the salon just as my quartermaster was pointing his carbine at the countess, his brutal way of asking for what she certainly could not give the ugly scoundrel.  I struck up his carbine with my sword, the bullet went through a looking-glass on the wall, then I dealt my gentleman a back-handed blow that stretched him on the floor.  The sound of the shot and the cries of the countess fetched all her people on the scene, and it was my turn to be in danger.

“‘Stop!’ she cried in German (for they were going to run me through the body), ‘this officer has saved my life!’

“They drew back at that.  The lady gave me her handkerchief (a fine embroidered handkerchief, which I have yet), telling me that her house would always be open to me, and that I should always find a sister and a devoted friend in her, if at any time I should be in any sort of trouble.  In short, she did not know how to make enough of me.  She was as fair as a wedding morning and as charming as a kitten.  We had dinner together.  Next day, I was distractedly in love, but next day I had to be at my place at Guntzburg, or wherever it was.  There was no help for it, I had to turn out, and started off with my handkerchief.

“Well, we gave them battle, and all the time I kept on saying to myself, ’I wish a bullet would come my way! Mon Dieu! they are flying thick enough!’