Piétri followed him and cried to the coachman, "5, Rue Tournon." The carriage started at a brisk trot, and drove down the Rue de Rivoli. A second carriage, equally unremarkable, followed at a little distance. It contained the chief of the palace police, and one of his officers. In the old part of Paris, near the palace of the Luxembourg, is the Rue Tournon, one of those ancient streets bearing the stamp of past times, with low houses, old sashes, and small windows. The emperor's carriage stopped before No. 5; Piétri went first through a large open doorway leading into a small _porte-cochère_. The emperor followed him. The second carriage stopped at the corner of the street, its occupants got out, and began smoking and chatting as they slowly paced the trottoir. Napoleon followed his secretary through the _porte-cochère_, and at the end of it walked up some high dark steps leading to a door. A small landing at the top of the first flight was lighted by a plain but elegant lamp, and a white china door-plate bore the name of Madame Moreau. "It is the same house and the same apartment that Lenormand occupied," said Piétri, as he rang the bell near the door-plate. The emperor looked round with great interest. "Here then came Napoleon the First," said he, thoughtfully, "and here the crown was prophesied which he afterwards obtained." The door opened. A young woman dressed like a Parisian housemaid appeared. The emperor pulled up the collar of his coat, and held his handkerchief before the lower part of his face. Piétri stepped forwards and concealed him. "Madame Moreau?" he asked. "I do not know whether madame still receives," replied the girl; "it is very late." "We are friends," said Piétri. "Madame will admit us." "Walk into the salon, gentlemen; I will announce you." She led the emperor and his secretary to a small, but richly and elegantly furnished room. Thick carpets covered the floor, large fauteuils stood around a table, on which lay several illustrated journals, a large lamp hung from the ceiling, and brightly lighted up the room. "Your majesty must learn to wait in the ante-room," said Piétri, jestingly, as he wheeled a chair towards Napoleon. He only placed his hand lightly on the back, and looked round the room with great interest. On the wall hung a large engraving, his own likeness in his coronation robes. With a slight sigh the emperor glanced at the slender, youthful figure represented; then he said, pointing it out laughingly to Piétri: "This lady appears well disposed." "She is a scholar of Lenormand, sire," replied Piétri, "and holds to the traditions of her mistress; also she was an especial favourite of the Duke de Morny."