I remained two more days at the Tuileries until I had suited myself with lodgings.  On Monday I went down into the cabinet of the First Consul to take my leave of him.  We conversed together for a long time, and very amicably.  He told me he was very sorry I was going to leave him, and that he would do all he could for me.  I pointed out several places to him; at last I mentioned the Tribunate.  “That will not do for you,” he said; “the members are a set of babblers and phrasemongers, whom I mean to get rid of.  All the troubles of States proceed from such debatings.  I am tired of them.”  He continued to talk in a strain which left me in no doubt as to his uneasiness about the Tribunate, which, in fact, reckoned among its members many men of great talent and excellent character.

   —­[In 1802 the First Consul made a reduction of fifty members of the
   Tribunate, and subsequently the whole body was suppressed. 
   —­Bourrienne.]—­

The following day, Tuesday, the First Consul asked me to breakfast with him.  After breakfast, while he was conversing with some other person, Madame Bonaparte and Hortense pressed me to make advances towards obtaining a re-instalment in my office, appealing to me on the score of the friendship and kindness they had always shown me.  They told me that I had been in the wrong, and that I had forgotten myself.  I answered that I considered the evil beyond remedy; and that, besides, I had really need of repose.  The First Consul then called me to him, and conversed a considerable time with me, renewing his protestations of goodwill towards me.

At five o’clock I was going downstairs to quit the Tuileries for good when I was met by the office messenger, who told me that the First Consul wished to see me.  Duroc; who was in the room leading to the cabinet, stopped me as I passed, and said, “He wishes you to remain.  I beg of you not to refuse; do me this favour.  I have assured him that I am incapable of filling your office.  It does not suit my habits; and besides, to tell you the truth, the business is too irksome for me.”  I proceeded to the cabinet without replying to Duroc.  The First Consul came up to me smiling, and pulling me by the ear, as he did when he was in the best of humours, said to me, “Are you still in the sulks?” and leading me to my usual seat he added, “Come, sit down.”

Only those who knew Bonaparte can judge of my situation at that moment.  He had at times, and when he chose, a charm in his manners which it was quite impossible to resist.  I could offer no opposition, and I resumed my usual office and my accustomed labours.  Five minutes afterwards it was announced that dinner was on table.  “You will dine with me?” he said.  “I cannot; I am expected at the place where I was going when Duroc called me back.  It is an engagement that I cannot break.”—­“Well, I have nothing to say, then.  But give me your word that you will be here at eight o’clock.”—­“I promise you.”  Thus I became again the private secretary of the First Consul, and I believed in the sincerity of our reconciliation.