ho belongs to me."

"You have the marquis for a friend."

"And I have also Skenedonk, and our tribe, for my friends. But there is
no one who understands that a man must have some love."

"Consult Marquis du Plessy about going to Mittau. It may not be wise.
And war is threatened on the frontier."

"I will consult him, of course. But I am going."

"Lazarre, there were ladies on the ship who cursed and swore, and men
who were drunk the greater part of the voyage. I was brought up in the
old-fashioned way by the Saint-Michels, so I know nothing of present
customs. But it seems to me our times are rude and wicked. And you, just
awake to the world, have yet the innocence of that little boy who sank
into the strange and long stupor. If you changed I think I could not
bear it!"

"I will not change."

A stir which must have been widening through the house as a ripple
widens on a lake, struck us, and turned our faces with all others to a
man who stood in front of the chimney. He was not large in person, but
as an individual his presence was massive--was penetrating. I could have
topped him by head and shoulders; yet without mastery. He took snuff as
he slightly bowed in every direction, shut the lid with a snap, and
fidgeted as if impatient to be gone. He had a mouth of wonderful beauty
and expression, and his eyes were more alive than the eyes of any other
man in the assembly. I felt his gigantic force as his head dipped
forward and he glanced about under his brows.

"There is the emperor," De Chaumont told Eagle; and I thought he made
indecent haste to return and hale her away before Napoleon.

The greatest soldier in Europe passed from one person to another with
the air of doing his duty and getting rid of it. Presently he raised his
voice, speaking to Madame de Ferrier so that, all in the room might
hear.

"Madame, I am pleased to see that you wear leno. I do not like those
English muslins, sold at the price of their weight in gold, and which do
not look half as well as beautiful white leno. Wear leno, cambric, or
silk, ladies, and then my manufactures will flourish."

I wondered if he would remember the face of the man pushed against his
wheel and called an assassin, when the Marquis du Plessy named me to him
as the citizen Lazarre.

"You are a lucky man, Citizen Lazarre, to gain the marquis for your
friend. I have been trying a number of years to make him mine."

"All Frenchmen are the friends of Napoleon,"