“Oh, yes, I know that; that is why I must have you with me. I not only esteem you, Bernadotte, but I love you. I leave you with Joseph; he is your brother-in-law. Between brothers, devil take it, there should be no quarrelling.” “Where are you going?” “In your character of Spartan you are a rigid observer of the laws, are you not? Well, here is a decree issued by the Council of Five Hundred last night, which confers upon me the immediate command of the troops in Paris. So I was right,” he added, “when I told you that the soldiers you met were mine, inasmuch as they are under my orders.” And he placed in Bernadotte’s hands the copy of the decree which had been sent to him at six o’clock that morning. Bernadotte read it through from the first line to the last. “To this,” said he, “I have nothing to object. Secure the safety of the National Legislature, and all good citizens will be with you.” “Then be with me now.” “Permit me, general, to wait twenty-four hours to see how you fulfil that mandate.” “Devil of a man!” cried Bonaparte. “Have your own way.” Then, taking him by the arm, he dragged him a few steps apart from Joseph, and continued, “Bernadotte, I want to play above-board with you.” “Why so,” retorted the latter, “since I am not on your side?” “Never mind. You are watching the game, and I want the lookers-on to see that I am not cheating.” “Do you bind me to secrecy?” “No.” “That is well, for in that case I should have refused to listen to your confidences.” “Oh! my confidences are not long! Your Directory is detested, your Constitution is worn-out; you must make a clean sweep of both, and turn the government in another direction. You don’t answer me.” “I am waiting to hear what you have to say.” “All I have to say is, Go put on your uniform. I can’t wait any longer for you. Join me at the Tuileries among our comrades.” Bernadotte shook his head. “You think you can count on Moreau, Beurnonville, and Lefebvre,” resumed Bonaparte. “Just look out of that window. Who do you see there, and there? Moreau and Beurnonville. As for Lefebvre, I do not see him, but I am certain I shall not go a hundred steps before meeting him. Now will you decide?” “General,” replied Bernadotte, “I am not a man to be swayed by example, least of all when that example is bad. Moreau, Beurnonville, and Lefebvre may do as they wish. I shall do as I ought!” “So you definitively refuse to accompany me to the Tuileries?” “I do not wish to take part in a rebellion.” “A rebellion! A rebellion! Against whom? Against a parcel of imbeciles who are pettifogging from morning till night in their hovels.” “These imbeciles, general, are for the moment the representatives of the law. The Constitution protects them; they are sacred to me.” “At least promise me one thing, iron rod that you are.” “What is it?” “To keep quiet.” “I will keep quiet as a citizen, but--” “But what? Come, I made a clean breast of it to you; do you do likewise.”