LIEUTENANT (interposing, sword in hand). No you don't.

LADY (taking refuge with Napoleon). Ah, sir, you are an officer--
a general. You will protect me, will you not?

LIEUTENANT. Never you mind him, General. Leave me to deal with
him.

NAPOLEON. With him! With whom, sir? Why do you treat this lady in
such a fashion?

LIEUTENANT. Lady! He's a man! the man I showed my confidence in.
(Advancing threateningly.) Here you--

LADY (running behind Napoleon and in her agitation embracing the
arm which he instinctively extends before her as a
fortification). Oh, thank you, General. Keep him away.

NAPOLEON. Nonsense, sir. This is certainly a lady (she suddenly
drops his arm and blushes again); and you are under arrest. Put
down your sword, sir, instantly.

LIEUTENANT. General: I tell you he's an Austrian spy. He passed
himself off on me as one of General Massena's staff this
afternoon; and now he's passing himself off on you as a woman. Am
I to believe my own eyes or not?

LADY. General: it must be my brother. He is on General Massena's
staff. He is very like me.