"
"General, I build on your word, and I am sure of becoming chief of
police and duke. We will put an end to all conspiracies."
"And to the Monsieur Louis, too," cried Bonaparte, eagerly. "It is a
disagreeable and troublesome figure. So long as he lives he would
live in the ermine of the imperial cloak like a troublesome insect,
which always stings and pricks. One must not allow such insects to
find their way into his fur, and this Monsieur Louis must be put out
of the way once for all. I hope he has entered deeply enough into
the conspiracy, not to come out of it again with a whole skin!"
"General, I have told you already, that day before yesterday his
dependants saluted him, in a secret gathering, as their king. It is
true, indeed, that the poor little fellow strongly opposed it, and
obstinately refused to accept all honors, but the fact remains
unchanged."
"And on the ground of this fact shall he be apprehended," cried
Bonaparte, with a threatening voice.
"There must be an example made, and this Louis is a suitable person
for it. He must be the bete de souffrance for all the rest. He is
the head of a conspiracy; we will crush this head, and the limbs
will fall of themselves. Besides the sensitive souls who love
nurses' stories and believe in every thing, there will be no one who
will weep for him.
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