Ah! old fellow, the good times are coming back for you and me; we'll amuse ourselves once more, or we are not the pair we really are.

If you can send me five hundred more cartridges I'll bite them.
Adieu, my old fire-eater.

Light your pipe with this letter.

Mind, the daughter of the officer is to come from Chateauroux, and must seem to be in need of assistance.

I hope however that I shall not be driven to such dangerous expedients.