"But only common cheese, Pauline; not broccio." Now, broccio was the favorite cheese of the Corsican children, and Pauline protested.
"Oh, yes, papa! let him have broccio, papa," she said.

"Why, broccio is the best cheese in Corsica!" "And that is why Napoleon shall not have it," replied her father.
"Broccio is for good boys and girls; and Napoleon is not good." As he said this he glanced at Napoleon sharply, as if he really hoped for and expected a word of repentance, a look of entreaty.

But Napoleon said nothing.

He looked even more haughty and unyielding than ever; and his father, with a word of farewell only to Pauline, left the room.
"Poor Napoleon," said Pauline pityingly, as their father closed the door.

"See, I will stay by you.