“Why do I say nothing? I had to gaze at the Petit Caporal, who sat there in the box over my head, looking as stern and as thoughtful as ever, and not minding much what the Empress said, though she kept prattling into his ear all the time, and trying to attract his attention. _Parbleu!_ he was not thinking of all the nonsense before him,--his mind was on real battles: he had seen real smoke,--that he had! He was fatter and paler than he used to be; and I thought, too, his frown was darker than when I saw him last: but, to be sure, that was at Marengo, and he ever looked pleased on the field of battle. I could n't take my eyes from him: his fine thoughtful face, so full of determination and energy, reminded me of my old days of campaigning. I thought of Areola and Rivoli, of Cairo and the Pyramids, and the great charge at Marengo when Desaix's division came up,--and my heart was nigh bursting when I remembered that I wore the epaulette no longer. I forgot, too, where I was; and expected every instant to hear him call for one of the marshals, or see him stretch out his hand to point to a distant part of the field. And so absorbed was I in my reveries, that I had neither eyes nor ears for anything around me; when suddenly all the din of the orchestra ceased,--not a sound was heard; and a hand rudely shook me by the arm, while a voice whispered, 'Now! now!' [Illustration: 303] “Mechanically I seized the drumsticks. But my eyes still were riveted in the Emperor,--my whole heart and soul were centred in him. Again the voice called to me to begin; and a low murmur of angry meaning ran through the orchestra. “I sprang to my legs, and in the excitement of the moment, losing all memory of time and place, I rolled out the _pas de charge!_ “Scarce had the first _roulade_ of the well-known sounds reverberated through the house, when one cry of 'Vive l'Empereur!' burst forth. It was not a cheer; it was the heart-given outbreak of ten thousand devoted followers. Marshals, generals, colonels, ambassadors, ministers, all joined; and the vast assembly rocked to and fro like the sea in a storm, while Napoleon himself, slowly rising, bent his proud head in acknowledgment, and then sat down again amid the thundering shouts of acclamation. It was full twenty minutes before the piece could proceed; and even then momentary outbreaks of enthusiasm would occur to interrupt it, and continued to burst forth till the curtain fell. “Just then an aide-de-camp appeared beside the orchestra, and ordered me to the Emperor's box. _Satristi!_how I trembled! I did n't know what might come of it. “'Ah, _coquin!_ said he, as I stood ready to drop with fear at the door of the box, 'this has been one of thy doings, eh?' “'Yes, Sire,' muttered I in a half whisper. “'And how hast thou dared to spoil an opera in this fashion?' said he, frowning fiercely. 'Answer me, sirrah!'