back some report to my general.  You need not care for giving me some true particulars which I can communicate to him.”—­“Oh! as to that,” resumed the First Consul, “the enemy is welcome to know my forces and my positions, provided I know his, and he be ignorant of my plans.  You shall be satisfied; but do not deceive me:  you ask for 1000 Louis, you shall have them if you serve me well.”  I then wrote down from the dictation of the spy, the and the names of the corps, their amount, their positions, names of the generals commanding them.  The Consul stuck pins in the map to mark his plans on places respecting which he received information from the spy.  We also learned that Alexandria was without provisions, that Melas was far from expecting a siege, that many of his troops were sick, and that he wanted medicines.  Berthier was ordered to draw up for the spy a nearly accurate statement of our positions.

The information given by this man proved so accurate and useful that on his return from Marengo Bonaparte ordered me to pay him the 1000 Louis.  The spy afterwards informed him that Melas was delighted with the way in which he had served him in this affair, and had rewarded him handsomely.  He assured us that he had bidden farewell to his odious profession.  The First Consul regarded this little event as one of the favours of fortune.

In passing through Geneva the First Consul had an interview with M. Necker.

—­[Madame de Stael briefly mention this interview in her ‘Considerations sur la Revolution Francaise’ “M.  Necker,” she says, “had an interview with Bonaparte, when he was on his way to Italy by the passage of Mont.  St. Bernard, a few days before the battle of Marengo, During this conversation, which lasted two hours, the First Consul made a very favourable impression on my father by the confident way he spoke of his future projects.”—­Bourrienne.]—­

I know not how it happened, but at the time he did not speak to me of this interview.  However, I was curious to know what he thought of a man who had acquired much celebrity in France.  One evening, when we were talking of one thing and another, I managed to turn the conversation on that subject.  “M.  Necker,” said he, “appears to me very far below his reputation.  He did not equal the idea I had formed of him.  I tried all I could to get him to talk; but he said nothing remarkable.  He is an ideologist—­

   —­[This was a constant term of reproach with Bonaparte.  He set all
   the metaphysicians of the Continent against him by exclaiming, “Je
   ne veux point d’ideologues."]—­

a banker.  It is impossible that such a man can have any but narrow views; and, besides, most celebrated people lose on a close view.”—­ “Not always, General,” observed I—­“Ah!” said he, smiling, “that is not bad, Bourrienne.  You are improving.  I see I shall make something of you in time!”