Next morning, just as we were on the point of setting sail, we saw. coming from the port of Alexandria a boat, on board of which was M. Parseval Grandmaison.  This excellent man, who was beloved by all of us, was not included among the persons whose, return to France had been determined by the General-in-Chief.  In his anxiety to get off Bonaparte would not hear of taking him on board.  It will readily be conceived how urgent were the entreaties of Parseval; but he would have sued in vain had not Gantheaume, Bionge, Berthollet, and I interceded for him.  With some difficulty we overcame Bonaparte’s resistance, and our colleague of the Egyptian Institute got on board after the wind had filled our sails.

It has been erroneously said that Admiral Gantheaume had full control of the frigates, as if any one could command when Bonaparte was present.  On the contrary, Bonaparte declared to the admiral, in my hearing, that he would not take the ordinary course and get into the open sea.  “Keep close along the coast of the Mediterranean,” said he, “on the, African side, until you get south of Sardinia.  I have here a handful of brave fellows and a few pieces of artillery; if the.  English should appear I will run ashore, and with my, party, make my way by land to Oran, Tunis, or some other port, whence we may find an opportunity of getting home.”  This, was his irrevocable determination.

For twenty-one days adverse winds, blowing from west or north-west, drove us continually on the coast of Syria, or in the direction of Alexandria.  At one time it was even proposed that we should again put into the port; but Bonaparte declared he would rather, brave every danger than do so.  During the day we tacked to a certain distance northward, and in the evening we stood towards Africa, until we came within, sight of the coast.  Finally after no less than twenty-one days of impatience and disappointment, a favourable east wind carried us past that point of Africa on which Carthage formerly stood, and we soon doubled Sardinia.  We kept very near the western coast of that island, where Bonaparte had determined to land in case of our falling in with the English, squadron.  From, thence his plan was to reach Corsica, and there to await a favourable opportunity of returning to France.

Everything had contributed to render our voyage dull and monotonous; and, besides, we were not entirely without uneasiness as to the steps which might be taken by the Directory, for it was certain that the publication of the intercepted correspondence must have occasioned many unpleasant disclosures.  Bonaparte used often to walk on deck to superintend the execution of his orders.  The smallest sail that appeared in view excited his alarm.

The fear of falling into the hands of the English never forsook him.  That was what he dreaded most of all, and yet, at a subsequent period, he trusted to the generosity of his enemies.