sea, you ought to take me for an aide-de-camp.”—­“What, take you, greenhorn,” warmly replied the First Consul; “wait till a ball has furrowed your face and then I will see about it,” at the same time calling his attention to Colonel Lacuee, who blushed, and dropped his eyes to the floor like a young girl, for, as is well known, he bore on his face the scar made by a bullet.  This gallant colonel was killed in 1805 before Guntzbourg; and the Emperor deeply regretted his loss, for he ways one of the bravest and most skillful officers of the army.

It was, I believe, about this time that the First Consul conceived a strong passion for a very intelligent and handsome young woman, Madame D. Madame Bonaparte, suspecting this intrigue, showed jealousy; and her husband did all he could to allay her wifely suspicions.  Before going to the chamber of his mistress he would wait until every one was asleep in the chateau; and he even carried his precautions so far as to go from his room to hers in his night-dress, without shoes or slippers.  Once I found that day was about to break before his return; and fearing scandal, I went, as the First Consul had ordered me to do in such a case, to notify the chambermaid of Madame D. to go to her mistress and tell her the hour.  It was hardly five minutes after this timely notice had been given, when I saw the First Consul returning, in great excitement, of which I soon learned the cause.  He had discovered, on his return, one of Madame Bonaparte’s women, lying in wait, and who had seen him through the window of a closet opening upon the corridor.  The First Consul, after a vigorous outburst against the curiosity of the fair sex, sent me to the young scout from the enemy’s camp to intimate to her his orders to hold her tongue, unless she wished to be discharged without hope of return.  I do not know whether I added a milder argument to these threats to buy her silence; but, whether from fear or for compensation, she had the good sense not to talk.  Nevertheless, the successful lover, fearing another surprise, directed me to rent in the Allee des Ireuves a little house where he and Madame D. met from time to time.  Such were, and continued to be, the precautions of the First Consul towards his wife.  He had the highest regard for her, and took all imaginable care to prevent his infidelities coming to her knowledge.  Besides, these passing fancies did not lessen the tenderness he felt for her; and although other women inspired him with love, no other woman had his confidence and friendship to the same extent as Madame Bonaparte.  There have been a thousand and one calumnies repeated of the harshness and brutality of the First Consul towards women.  He was not always gallant, but I have never seen him rude; and, however singular it may seem after what I have just related, he professed the greatest veneration for a wife of exemplary conduct, speaking in admiring terms of happy households; and he did not admire cynicism, either in morals or in language.  When he had any liaisons he kept them secret, and concealed them with great care.