The
only cloud upon Bonaparte's horizon was a slight coldness which arose
between himself and Josephine. She had gone to meet him on his
arrival at Frejus, but by some odd mistake took the road to Burgundy,
while Napoleon came by way of Lyons. They therefore missed each
other.
"I could not help it," she said, when Napoleon jealously chided her.
"I've travelled very little, and the geography of France always did
puzzle me."
"It is common sense that should have guided you, not knowledge of
geography. When I sail into Port, you sail into Burgundy--you, the
only woman I ever loved!" cried Napoleon, passionately. "Hereafter,
madame, for the sake of our step-children, be more circumspect. At
this time I cannot afford a trip to South Dakota for the purpose of a
quiet divorce, nor would a public one pay at this juncture; but I
give you fair warning that I shall not forget this escapade, and once
we are settled in the--the Whatistobe, I shall remember, and another
only woman I have ever loved will dawn upon your horizon."
Bonaparte was now besieged by all the military personages of France.
His home became the Mecca of soldiers of all kinds, and in order to
hold their interest the hero of the day found it necessary to draw
somewhat upon the possessions which the people were convinced he was
without.
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