Let me hear that your carriage is back in the coach-house when I return to Paris.

Junot, you rascal, I hear that you have been gambling and losing.' 'The most infernal run of luck, sire,' said the soldier, 'I give you my word that the ace fell four times running.' 'Ta, ta, you are a child, with no sense of the value of money.

How much do you owe ?' 'Forty thousand, sire.' 'Well, well, go to Lebrun and see what he can do for you.

After all, we were together at Toulon.' 'A thousand thanks, sire.' 'Tut! You and Rapp and Lasalle are the spoiled children of the army.
But no more cards, you rascal! I do not like low dresses, Madame Picard.

They spoil even pretty women, but in you they are inexcusable.
Now, Josephine, I am going to my room, and you can come in half an hour and read me to sleep.