I passed the barracks of the Chasseurs of the Guards, and the line of cafes all filled with uniforms.  I caught a glimpse as I went by of the blue and gold of some of my comrades, amid the swarm of dark infantry coats and the light green of the Guides.  There they sat, sipping their wine and smoking their cigars, little dreaming what their comrade had on hand.  One of them, the chief of my squadron, caught sight of me in the lamplight, and came shouting after me into the street.  I hurried on, however, pretending not to hear him, so he, with a curse at my deafness, went back at last to his wine bottle.

It is not very hard to get into the forest at Fontainebleau.  The scattered trees steal their way into the very streets, like the tirailleurs in front of a column.  I turned into a path, which led to the edge of the woods, and then I pushed rapidly forward towards the old fir-tree.  It was a place which, as I have hinted, I had my own reasons for knowing well, and I could only thank the Fates that it was not one of the nights upon which Leonie would be waiting for me.  The poor child would have died of terror at sight of the Emperor.  He might have been too harsh with her—­and worse still, he might have been too kind.

There was a half moon shining, and, as I came up to our trysting-place, I saw that I was not the first to arrive.  The Emperor was pacing up and down, his hands behind him and his face sunk somewhat forward upon his breast.  He wore a grey great-coat with a capote over his head.  I had seen him in such a dress in our winter campaign in Poland, and it was said that he used it because the hood was such an excellent disguise.  He was always fond, whether in the camp or in Paris, of walking round at night, and overhearing the talk in the cabarets or round the fires.  His figure, however, and his way of carrying his head and his hands were so well known that he was always recognized, and then the talkers would say whatever they thought would please him best.

My first thought was that he would be angry with me for having kept him waiting, but as I approached him, we heard the big church clock of Fontainebleau clang out the hour of ten.  It was evident, therefore, that it was he who was too soon, and not I too late.  I remembered his order that I should make no remark, so contented myself with halting within four paces of him, clicking my spurs together, grounding my sabre, and saluting.  He glanced at me, and then without a word he turned and walked slowly through the forest, I keeping always about the same distance behind him.  Once or twice he seemed to me to look apprehensively to right and to left, as if he feared that someone was observing us.  I looked also, but although I have the keenest sight, it was quite impossible to see anything except the ragged patches of moonshine between the great black shadows of the trees.  My ears are as quick as my eyes, and once or twice I thought that I heard a twig crack; but you know how many sounds there are in a forest at night, and how difficult it is even to say what direction they come from.