He tells them to be soldiers with the army, and courtiers with the Court, but the poor fellows cannot help being soldiers all the time.

Look at Rapp with his twenty wounds, endeavouring to exchange little delicate drolleries with that young lady.

There, you see, he has said something which would have passed very well with a vivandiere, but it has made her fly to her mamma, and he is scratching his head, for he cannot imagine how he has offended her.' 'Who is the beautiful woman with the white dress and the tiara of diamonds ?' I asked.
'That is Madame Murat, who is the sister of the Emperor.

Caroline is beautiful, but she is not as pretty as her sister Marie, whom you see over yonder in the corner.

Do you see the tall stately dark-eyed old lady with whom she is talking?
That is Napoleon's mother--a wonderful woman, the source of all their strength, shrewd, brave, vigorous, forcing respect from everyone who knows her.