The aforesaid obscure secretary who hath so aptly described the interview between the Emperor and Fouche, tells us that the latter, after he had bowed himself out of the Presence, returned to his private chamber in the ministry, and promptly sent for M. Dubois--then Chief Prefet of Police. "M. Dubois," he commanded, "I want the dossier of the Mortains and also of the de Coursons now at once. The Emperor is inclined to grant them leave to return ... but I don't know ... I must consider...." "I can tell you all about the Mortains and the Coursons without referring to their dossier," retorted Dubois gruffly. "Well?" "The ci-devant Marquise de Mortain...." "Not ci-devant any longer, M. Dubois," broke in Fouche with a suave smile. "The lady is Mme. la Marquise now ... you yourself are 'Monsieur,' are you not? We have left the 'citizen' and 'citizeness' of our revolutionary era well behind us, remember, since our illustrious Master placed the crown of Imperial France upon his own head. France is an Empire now, Monsieur Dubois. There are no ci-devants any more, and quite a number of aristocrats." Dubois gave a growl of understanding. It was not easy for his rough, uncultured mind to grasp all the various subtleties of Fouche's irony. He hated Napoleon's all-powerful Minister, hated him all the more that Fouche's astute and tortuous mentality was beyond his comprehension and that he never knew whether the great man was laughing at him or not. "Well," he said finally, with a shrug of his wide shoulders, "Marquise or ci-devant I care not; but, anyhow, she is not a woman I would care to trust, and the Emperor is very ill-advised...." "The Emperor, my dear M. Dubois," once more broke in the Minister urbanely, "takes advice from no one. He starts next week for Prussia at the head of his army; he will return anon, having won fresh laurels for France and further undying glory for himself ... to-day he is inclined to clemency. Mme. la Marquise de Mortain and her son will be allowed to return to France, so will M. le Comte de Courson and his daughter Fernande; they will be allowed to retake possession of their chateau and of such of their lands as have not been sold by the State...." "The lands have all been sold," rejoined the prefet curtly, "to worthy farmers whom it were a scandal to dispossess...." "Are we dispossessing any one, my dear M. Dubois?" queried Fouche, with an indulgent smile directed at the other's Republican ardour--"any one, I mean, who happens to have bought confiscated land?" "Not yet," muttered the other under his breath; "but...." "As you were saying, M. le Prefet?..." here interposed the Minister more haughtily, "Mme. la Marquise de Mortain is a widow, I think." "Yes. For the second time." "She was first the wife of Bertrand de Maurel...." "Who would have been a good patriot had he lived." "We must imagine so," said Fouche, with a smile. "He died in '82--separated from his wife whom he hated."