One morning, as he mounted his horse, the Emperor announced that he would that day review the naval forces, and gave orders that the boats which occupied the line of defense should leave their position, as he intended to hold the review in the open sea.  He set out with Roustan for his morning ride, and expressed a wish that all should be ready on his return, the hour of which he designated.  Every one knew that the slightest wish of the Emperor was law; and the order was transmitted, during his absence, to Admiral Bruix, who replied with imperturbable ‘sang froid’, that he much regretted it, but the review would not take place that day, and in consequence no boat stirred.

On his return from his ride, the Emperor asked if everything was ready, and the admiral’s answer was reported to him.  Astonished by its tone, so different from what he was accustomed to, he had it repeated to him twice, and then, with a violent stamp of his foot, ordered the admiral to be summoned.  He obeyed instantly; but the Emperor, thinking he did not come quickly enough, met him half-way from his barracks.  The staff followed his Majesty, and placed themselves silently around him, while his eyes shot lightning.

“Admiral Bruix,” said the Emperor in a tone showing great excitement, “why have you not obeyed my orders?”

“Sire,” responded Bruix with respectful firmness, “a terrible storm is gathering.  Your Majesty can see this as well as I; are you willing to uselessly risk the lives of so many brave men?” In truth, the heaviness of the atmosphere, and the low rumbling which could be heard in the distance, justified only too well the admiral’s fears.  “Monsieur,” replied the Emperor, more and more irritated, “I gave the orders; once again, why have you not executed them?  The consequences concern me alone.  Obey!”—­“Sire, I will not obey!”—­“Monsieur, you are insolent!” And the Emperor, who still held his riding-whip in his hand, advanced on the admiral, making a threatening gesture.  Admiral Bruix retreated a step, and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword:  “Sire,” said he, growing pale, “take care!” All those present were paralyzed with terror.  The Emperor remained for some time immovable, with his hand raised, and his eyes fixed on the admiral, who still maintained his defiant attitude.  At last the Emperor threw his whip on the ground.  Admiral Bruix relaxed his hold on his sword, and, with uncovered head, awaited in silence the result of this terrible scene.

“Rear-admiral Magon!” said the Emperor, “you will see that the orders which I have given are executed instantly.  As for you, sir,” continued he, turning to Admiral Bruix, “you will leave Boulogne within twenty-four hours, and retire to Holland.  Go!” His Majesty returned at once to headquarters; some of the officers, only a small number, however, pressed in parting the hand that the admiral held out to them.