Hast thou no eau de vie in that little cupboard ?" Dumas and Fouquier exchanged looks of disgust.

Dumas shrugged his shoulders, and replied,-- "It is to guard thee against eau de vie, Citizen General Henriot, that I have requested thee to meet me here.

Listen if thou canst!" "Oh, talk away! thy metier is to talk, mine to fight and to drink." "To-morrow, I tell thee then, the populace will be abroad; all factions will be astir.

It is probable enough that they will even seek to arrest our tumbrils on their way to the guillotine.

Have thy men armed and ready; keep the streets clear; cut down without mercy whomsoever may obstruct the ways." "I understand," said Henriot, striking his sword so loudly that Dumas half-started at the clank,--"Black Henriot is no 'Indulgent.'" "Look to it, then, citizen,--look to it! And hark thee," he added, with a grave and sombre brow, "if thou wouldst keep thine own head on thy shoulders, beware of the eau de vie." "My own head!--sacre mille tonnerres! Dost thou threaten the general of the Parisian army ?" Dumas, like Robespierre, a precise atrabilious, and arrogant man, was about to retort, when the craftier Tinville laid his hand on his arm, and, turning to the general, said, "My dear Henriot, thy dauntless republicanism, which is too ready to give offence, must learn to take a reprimand from the representative of Republican Law.