In the evening of this anxious day, which was destined to be succeeded by a stormy morrow, Bonaparte, pleased with having gained over Moreau, spoke to me of Bernadotte’s visit in the morning.—­“I saw,” said he, “that you were as much astonished as I at Bernadotte’s behaviour.  A general out of uniform!  He might as well have come in slippers.  Do you know what passed when I took him aside?  I told him all; I thought that the best way.  I assured him that his Directory was hated, and his Constitution worn out; that it was necessary to turn them all off, and give another impulse to the government.  ’Go and put on your uniform said I:  I cannot wait for you long.  You will find me at the Tuileries, with the rest of our comrades.  Do not depend on Moreau, Beurnonville, or the generals of your party.  When you know them better you will find that they promise much but perform little.  Do not trust them.’  Bernadotte then said that he would not take part in what he called a rebellion.  A rebellion!  Bourrienne, only think of that!  A set of imbeciles, who from morning to night do nothing but debate in their kennels!  But all was in vain.  I could not move Bernadotte.  He is a bar of iron.  I asked him to give me his word that he would do nothing against me; what do you think was his answer?”—­“Something unpleasant, no doubt.”—­“Unpleasant! that is too mild a word.  He said, ’I will remain quiet as a citizen; but if the Directory order me to act, I will march against all disturbers.’  But I can laugh at all that now.  My measures are taken, and he will have no command.  However, I set him at ease as to what would take place.  I flattered him with a picture of private life, the pleasures of the country, and the charms of Malmaison; and I left him with his head full of pastoral dreams.  In a word, I am very well satisfied with my day’s work.  Good-night, Bourrienne; we shall see what will turn up to-morrow.”

On the 19th I went to St. Cloud with my friend La Vallette.  As we passed the Place Louis XV., now Louis XVI., he asked me what was doing, and what my opinion was as to the coming events?  Without entering into any detail I replied, “My friend, either we shall sleep tomorrow at the Luxembourg, or there will be an end of us.”  Who could tell which of the two things would happen!  Success legalised a bold enterprise, which the slightest accident might have changed into a crime.

The sitting of the Ancients, under the presidency of Lemercier, commenced at one o’clock.  A warm discussion took place upon the situation of affairs, the resignation of the members of the Directory, and the immediate election of others.  Great heat and agitation prevailed during the debate.  Intelligence was every minute carried to Bonaparte of what was going forward, and he determined to enter the hall and take part in the discussion.  He entered in a hasty and angry way, which did not give me a favourable foreboding of what he was about to say.  We passed through a narrow passage to the centre of the hall; our backs were turned to the door.  Bonaparte had the President to his right.  He could not see him full in the face.  I was close to the General on his right.  Berthier was at his left.