’It is always so with women—­ideologists, dreamers, carried away by whims and imaginings.  They are like the Easterns, who cannot conceive that a man is a fine soldier unless he has a formidable presence.  I could not get the Egyptians to believe that I was a greater general than Kleber, because he had the body of a porter and the head of a hair-dresser.  So it is with this poor creature Lesage, who will be made a hero by women because he has an oval face and the eyes of a calf.  Do you imagine that if she were to see him in his true colours it would turn her against him?’

’I am convinced of it, sire.  From the little that I have seen of my cousin I am sure that no one could have a greater contempt for cowardice or for meanness.’

’You speak warmly, sir.  You are not by chance just a little touched yourself by this fair cousin of yours?’

‘Sire, I have already told you—­’

’Ta, ta, ta, but she is across the water, and many things have happened since then.’

Constant had entered the room.

‘He has been admitted, sire.’

’Very good.  We shall move into the next room.  Josephine, you shall come too, for it is your business rather than mine.’

The room into which we passed was a long, narrow one.  There were two windows at one side, but the curtains had been drawn almost across, so that the light was not very good.  At the further door was Roustem the Mameluke, and beside him, with arms folded and his face sunk downwards in an attitude of shame and contrition, there was standing the very man of whom we had been talking.  He looked up with scared eyes, and started with fear when he saw the Emperor approaching him.  Napoleon stood with legs apart and his hands behind his back, and looked at him long and searchingly.

‘Well, my fine fellow,’ said he at last, ’you have burned your fingers, and I do not fancy that you will come near the fire again.  Or do you perhaps think of continuing with politics as a profession?’

‘If your Majesty will overlook what I have done,’ Lesage stammered, ’I shall faithfully promise you that I will be your most loyal servant until the day of my death.’

‘Hum!’ said the Emperor, spilling a pinch of snuff over the front of his white jacket.  ’There is some sense in what you say, for no one makes so good a servant as the man who has had a thorough fright.  But I am a very exacting master.’

’I do not care what you require of me.  Everything will be welcome, if you will only give me your forgiveness.’

‘For example,’ said the Emperor.  ’It is one of my whims that when a man enters my service I shall marry him to whom I like.  Do you agree to that?’

There was a struggle upon the poet’s face, and he clasped and unclasped his hands.

‘May I ask, sire—?’

‘You may ask nothing.’

‘But there are circumstances, sire—­’

‘There, there, that is enough!’ cried the Emperor harshly, turning upon his heel.  ’I do not argue, I order.  There is a young lady, Mademoiselle de Bergerot, for whom I desire a husband.  Will you marry her, or will you return to prison?’