They serve their country with the view of making their country serve them.
Whatever the usual deliberations of the body among whom I found myself might be, the all-absorbing topic of the evening set all else aside.
"We approach the moment," cried one, a young man with a lisping intonation and great possessions, as I afterwards learnt.

"Now is the time for all to do as I have done.

I have sent everything out of the country.

I and my sword remain for France." He spoke truly.

He and his sword now lie side by side--in French soil.
"Let all do the same," growled an old man, with eyes flashing beneath his great white brows.
"All who know," suggested one, significantly.