LIEUTENANT (unabashed). IF I don't capture him, General. Remember
the if.
NAPOLEON. If! If!! Ass: there is no such man.
THE OFFICER (suddenly stepping between them and speaking in the
unmistakable voice of the Strange Lady). Lieutenant: I am your
prisoner. (She offers him her sabre. They are amazed. Napoleon
gazes at her for a moment thunderstruck; then seizes her by the
wrist and drags her roughly to him, looking closely and fiercely
at her to satisfy himself as to her identity; for it now begins
to darken rapidly into night, the red glow over the vineyard
giving way to clear starlight.)
NAPOLEON. Pah! (He flings her hand away with an exclamation of
disgust, and turns his back on her with his hand in his breast
and his brow lowering.)
LIEUTENANT (triumphantly, taking the sabre). No such man: eh,
General? (To the Lady.) I say: where's my horse?
LADY. Safe at Borghetto, waiting for you, Lieutenant.
NAPOLEON (turning on them). Where are the despatches?
LADY. You would never guess. They are in the most unlikely place
in the world. Did you meet my sister here, any of you?
LIEUTENANT.
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