What else is my garden?
That brute of a Bouquet came spying about my castle, and I did but defend myself.

Is it not so ?" "It may be so to you, young Bonaparte," Lawley replied; "but not to your judges.

No, little one, you're in for it now; they'll make you smart for this, whatever happens to old Bouquet." For, like all English boys, this young Lawley mingled with his love of justice an equal love for teasing: and like most of the boys at Brienne school, he declared it to be "great fun to get the little Corsican mad." "Then must you help me to get away from here," Napoleon declared.

"Look you, Lawley!" and the boy in great secrecy pulled a paper from his pocket; "see now what I have written." The English boy took the paper, ran his eye over it, and laughed as loudly as he dared while on duty.
"My eye!" he said, "it's in English, and pretty fair English too.

A letter to the British Admiralty?
Permission to enter the British navy as a midshipman, eh?
Well, you Bonaparte, you are a cool one.