Nothing was left for him but to enter the fatal chaise, which was drawn at a gallop by two good horses, and soon arrived at the Tuileries, where he was brought into the cabinet of the First Consul, who said to him in a voice of thunder, “It is you, then, Monsieur, who marry members of my family without my consent, and without having published the bans, as is your duty in your double character of cure and assistant mayor.  You well know that you deserve to be deprived of your office, excommunicated, and tried before the courts.”  The unfortunate priest believed himself already in prison; but after a severe lecture he was sent back to his curacy, and the two brothers were never reconciled.

In spite of all these differences, Lucien always counted on the affection of his brother to obtain him a kingdom.  I guarantee the authenticity of the following incident, which was related to me by a reliable person:  Lucien had in charge of his establishment a friend of his early youth, the same age as himself, and like him born in Corsica, who was named Campi, and enjoyed the most confidential relations in the count’s household.  On the day that the ‘Moniteur’ gave a list of the new French princes, Campi was promenading in the handsome gallery of pictures collected by Lucien, with the latter’s young secretary, when the following conversation occurred between them.  “You have no doubt read the ‘Moniteur’ of to-day?”—­“Yes.”—­“You have seen that all the members of the family have had the title of French princes bestowed on them, and the name of monsieur le count alone is wanting to the list.”—­“What matters that?  There are kingdoms.”—­“Considering the care that sovereigns take to keep them, there will hardly be any vacancy.”—­“Ah, well, they will be made.  All the royal families of Europe are worn out, and we must have new ones.”  Thereupon Campi was silent, and advised the young man to hold his tongue, if he wished to preserve the favor of the count.  However, it was not long after this before the young secretary repeated this confidential conversation, which, without being singularly striking, gives, however, an idea of the amount of confidence which should be placed in the pretended moderation of Count Lucien, and in the epigrams against his brother and his family which have been attributed to him.

No one in the chateau was ignorant of the hostility which existed between Lucien Bonaparte and the Empress Josephine; and to make their court to the latter the former habitues of Malmaison, now become the courtiers of the Tuileries; were in the habit of relating to her the most piquant anecdotes they could collect relative to the younger brother of the Emperor.  Thus it happened that by chance one day I heard a dignified person and a senator of the Empire give the Empress, in the gayest manner imaginable, very minute details as to one of the temporary liaisons of Count Lucien.  I do not guarantee the authenticity of the anecdote, and I experience in writing it more embarrassment than the senator displayed in relating it, and omit, indeed, a mass of details which the narrator gave without blushing, and without driving off his audience; for my object is to throw light upon the family secrets of the imperial household, and on the habits of the persons who were nearest the Emperor, and not to publish scandal, though I could justify myself by the example of a dignitary of the Empire.