“Napoleon being out of the country, France allowed the people in Paris to worry the life out of her.  They kept back the soldiers’ pay and all their linen and clothing, left them to starve, and expected them to lay down law to the universe, without taking any further trouble in the matter.  They were idiots of the kind that amuse themselves with chattering instead of setting themselves to knead the dough.  So our armies were defeated, France could not keep her frontiers; The Man was not there.  I say The Man, look you, because that was how they called him; but it was stuff and nonsense, for he had a star of his own and all his other peculiarities, it was the rest of us that were mere men.  He hears this history of France after his famous battle of Aboukir, where with a single division he routed the grand army of the Turks, twenty-five thousand strong, and jostled more than half of them into the sea, rrrah! without losing more than three hundred of his own men.  That was his last thunder-clap in Egypt.  He said to himself, seeing that all was lost down there, ’I know that I am the saviour of France, and to France I must go.’

“But you must clearly understand that the army did not know of his departure; for if they had, they would have kept him there by force to make him Emperor of the East.  So there we all are without him, and in low spirits, for he was the life of us.  He leaves Kleber in command, a great watchdog who passed in his checks at Cairo, murdered by an Egyptian whom they put to death by spiking him with a bayonet, which is their way of guillotining people out there; but he suffered so much, that a soldier took pity on the scoundrel and handed his flask to him; and the Egyptian turned up his eyes then and there with all the pleasure in life.  But there is not much fun for us about this little affair.  Napoleon steps aboard of a little cockleshell, a mere nothing of a skiff, called the Fortune, and in the twinkling of an eye, and in the teeth of the English, who were blockading the place with vessels of the line and cruisers and everything that carries canvas, he lands in France for he always had the faculty of taking the sea at a stride.  Was that natural?  Bah! as soon as he landed at Frejus, it is as good as saying that he has set foot in Paris.  Everybody there worships him; but he calls the Government together.

“‘What have you done to my children, the soldiers?’ he says to the lawyers.  ’You are a set of good-for-nothings who make fools of other people, and feather your own nests at the expense of France.  It will not do.  I speak in the name of every one who is discontented.’