But what then?
You need not deny, you youngster, nor you, the other shouters, that when the cannons boom, when the battles rage, when, above all, one is conqueror for France, there is something of my emperor in that.

Could they have conquered except for him?
Ten thousand bullets! I say.

He is everywhere." "But, see here, Father Nonesuch," protested the Corsican, "you must not deny to me the emperor's birth; for I know, I know all about it.

Was not my mother, Saveria, Madame Letitia's servant?
Was she not, too, nurse to the little Napoleon?
She was, my faith! And she has told me a hundred times all about him.

I know of what I speak.