“Move a little aside, and I 'll tell you. I wished to ask mademoiselle to dance, and approached her for the purpose. She was standing with a number of people, all strangers to me, at the doorway yonder,--Dobretski, that Russian prince, the only man I knew amongst them. A very chilling 'Engaged, sir,' was the answer of the lady to my first request. The same reply met my second and third; when the Russian, as if desirous to increase the awkwardness of my position, interposed with, 'And the fourth set mademoiselle dances with me.' “'In that case,' said I, 'I may fairly claim the fifth.' “'On what grounds, sir?' said she, with a look of easy impertinence. “'The Emperor's orders, Mademoiselle,' said I, proudly. “'Indeed, sir! May I ask how and when?' “'Austerlitz, December 2. The order of four o'clock, dated from Reygern, says, “The Imperial Guard will follow closely on the track of the Russians.” (Signed) “Napoleon.”' “'In that case, sir,' said she, 'I cannot dispute his Majesty's orders. I shall dance the fifth with you.'” “And the Russian,--what said he?” “_Ma foi!_ I paid no attention to him; for as mademoiselle moved off with her partner, I strolled away in search of you.” If I was amused at this recital of the chevalier, I could not avoid feeling piqued at the greater success he had than myself; for still the chilling reception I had met with was rankling in my mind. “Let us move away from this quarter,” said Duchesne. “Here we have got ourselves among a knot of old campaigners, with their stupid stories of Cairo and Acre, Alexandria and the Adige. By Jove! if anything would make me a Legitimist, it is my disgust at those confounded narratives about Kleber and Desaix; the Emperor himself does not despise the time of the Revolution more heartily than I do. Come, there's _bouillotte_ yonder; let us go and win some pieces. I feel I'm in vein; and even to lose would be better than listen to these people. It was only a few minutes ago I was hunted, away from Madame de Muraire by old Berthollet, who is persuading her that her diamonds are but charcoal, and that a necklace is only fit to roast an ortolan. This comes of letting savants into society; decidedly, they had much better taste in the time of the Monarchy.” It was with some difficulty we succeeded in approaching the _bouillotte_ table, where, to judge from the stakes, very high play was going forward. Duchesne was quickly recognized among the players, who made place for him among them. I soon saw that he was not mistaken in supposing he was in luck; every _coup_ was successful, and, while he continued to win time after time, the heap of gold grew greater, till it covered the part of the table before him.