France prospered, and in the wars the foreigner usually not only paid the bills, but a goodly tribute beside.  Nothing is so good as war to make peace at home.  An insurrectionist at home makes a splendid soldier abroad.  Napoleon’s battles were won by the “dangerous class.”  As the First Consul was Emperor in fact, the wires were pulled, and he was made so in name.  His wife was made Empress:  it must be so, as a breath of disapproval might ruin the whole scheme.  Josephine was beloved by the people, and the people must know that she was honored by her husband.  With a woman’s intuition, Josephine saw the end—­power grows until it topples.  She pleaded, begged—­it was of no avail—­the tide swept her with it, but whither, whither? she kept asking.

Meantime Hortense had been married to Louis, brother of Napoleon.  In due time Napoleon found himself a grandfather.  He both liked it and didn’t.  He considered himself a youth and took a pride in being occasionally mistaken for a recruit, and here some newspaper had called him “granddaddy,” and people had laughed!  He was not even a father, except by law—­not Nature—­and that’s no father at all, for Nature does not recognize law.  He joked with Josephine about it, and she turned pale.

There is no subject on which men so deceive themselves as concerning their motives for doing certain things.  On no subject do mortals so deceive themselves as their motives for marriage.  Their acts may be all right, but the reasons they give for doing them never are.  Napoleon desired a new wife, because he wished a son to found a dynasty.

“You have Eugene!” said Josephine.

“He’s my son by proxy,” said Napoleon, with a weary smile.

All motives, like ores, are found mixed, and counting the whole at one hundred, Napoleon’s desire for a son after the flesh should stand as ten—­other reasons ninety.  All men wish to be thought young.  Napoleon was forty, and his wife was forty-seven.  Talleyrand had spoken of them as Old Mr. and Mrs. Bonaparte.

A man of forty is only a giddy youth, according to his own estimate.  Girls of twenty are his playfellows.  A man of sixty, with a wife forty, and babies coming, is not old—­bless me!  But suppose his wife is nearly seventy—­what then!  Napoleon must have a young wife.  Then by marrying Marie Louise, Austria could be held as friend:  it was very necessary to do this.  Austria must be secured as an ally at any cost—­even at the cost of Josephine.  It was painful, but must be done for the good of France.  The State should stand first in the mind of every loyal, honest man:  all else is secondary.

So Josephine was divorced, but was provided with an annuity that was preposterous in its lavish proportions.  It amounted to over half a million dollars a year.  I once knew a man who, on getting home from the club at two o’clock in the morning, was reproached by his wife for his shocking condition.  He promptly threw the lady over the banisters.  Next day he purchased her a diamond necklace at the cost of a year’s salary, but she could not wear it out in society for a month on account of her black eye.