If he applies again, I shall have him marched to prison between a file of grenadiers, and your milliner shall accompany him there.' The Emperor's fits of anger, although tempestuous, were never very prolonged.

The curious convulsive wriggle of one of his arms, which always showed when he was excited, gradually died away, and after looking for some time at the papers of de Meneval--who had written away like an automaton during all this uproar--he came across to the fire with a smile upon his lips, and a brow from which the shadow had departed.
'You have no excuse for extravagance, Josephine,' said he, laying his hand upon her shoulder.

'Diamonds and fine dresses are very necessary to an ugly woman in order to make her attractive, but _you_ cannot need them for such a purpose.

You had no fine dresses when first I saw you in the Rue Chautereine, and yet there was no woman in the world who ever attracted me so.

Why will you vex me, Josephine, and make me say things which seem unkind?
Drive back, little one, to Pont de Briques, and see that you do not catch cold.' 'You will come to the salon, Napoleon ?' asked the Empress, whose bitterest resentment seemed to vanish in an instant at the first kindly touch from his hand.