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"Once a Frenchman isn't always a Frenchman," she replied coolly, disregarding the coarse insolence of his last utterance. "You yourself do not now swear faith to the tricolour or the fleur-de-lis." He flushed. She had touched a tender nerve. "I am a Frenchman always," he rejoined angrily. "I hate the English. I spit on the English flag." "Yes, I've heard you are an anarchist," she rejoined.
"It was worth the trials that I bore to learn the love that I have known." And the memories of both went back to a place in a desert land where the folds of the tricolour drooped over one little grave a grave where the troops saluted as they passed it, because on the white stone there was carved a name that spoke to every heart: CIGARETTE ENFANT DE L'ARMÉE, SOLDAT DE LA FRANCE.
The French tricolour hardly had time to blow clear from their taffrails, when the English unions waved aloft in defiance; and that Admiral Linois might be more perplexed by the arrangements of the night, three of the most warlike Indiamen displayed the red ensign, while the remainder of the ships hoisted up the blue.
Then somebody with a knot of white lilies in his hand came one day and set up the old white one afresh; and before the day was done that was down again and the tricolour again up where it is.
The man lifted the glass, set it, looked, dropped his hand and faced his captain. Their eyes met, but neither spoke for a second or two. "It is so, then?" said the captain at last. "Aye, sir, no mistake about that. There's the tricolour up again and be damned to it as large as life, to be sure!"
Five minutes later he was knotting the official tricolour scarf round his waist, for it fell to his duty as Maire to read the Decree of Mobilisation in the town, and I accompanied him there. I shall never forget that sight.
For a moment there was silence between the two. A strong wind came rushing up the valley through the clear sunlight, the great trees beneath the castle swayed, and the flapping of the tricolour could be heard within. From the window-sill the dove, caught up on the wave of wind, sailed away down the widening glade.
COLOUR AND MARKINGS The colour may be either black and white, lemon and white, liver and white, or tricolour that is, black, white, and tan; those without heavy patches of colour on the body, but flecked all over preferred.
We were not more than a few leagues from there, and were changing horses at the post-house of Limonest, when we noticed that all the postilions had decorated their hats with tricolour ribbons, and that there were flags of the same colours hanging from all the windows. We asked the reason for this demonstration, and were told that General Bonaparte had just arrived in Lyons...!
A day or two ago I said to Robert Lavarello, a boy of ten who is supposed to be somewhat of a cook, "Could you make a loaf of bread?" "Yes," he answered, "I think I could." "Well," I said, "try, and bring the loaf for me to see." The next morning he appeared before breakfast triumphantly bearing a plate with a loaf on it covered with a white cloth to which was pinned the Italian tricolour.
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