They whispered together and tittered maliciously.

Then Madame Murat turned to her mother behind her, and the stern old lady tossed her haughty head in derision and contempt.
'They feel that Napoleon is theirs and that they ought to have everything.

They cannot bear to think that she is Her Imperial Majesty and they are only Her Highness.

They all hate her, Joseph, Lucien--all of them.

When they had to carry her train at the coronation they tried to trip her up, and the Emperor had to interfere.