I remember when we were arranging the Treaty of Campo Formio--I a young general under thirty--there was a high vacant throne with the Imperial arms in the Commissioner's tent.

I instantly sprang up the steps, and threw myself down upon it.

I could not endure to think that there was anything above myself.

And all the time I knew in my heart all that was going to happen to me.

Even in the days when my brother Lucien and I lived in a little room upon a few francs a week, I knew perfectly well that the day would come when I should stand where I am now.