" "Tomorrow, I hear, the Preobrazhenskis will give them a dinner.

" "Yes, but what luck for Lazarev! Twelve hundred francs' pension for life.

" "Here's a cap, lads!" shouted a Preobrazhensk soldier, donning a shaggy French cap.

"It's a fine thing! First-rate!" "Have you heard the password?" asked one Guards' officer of another.

"The day before yesterday it was 'Napoleon, France, bravoure'; yesterday, 'Alexandre, Russie, grandeur.