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Updated: May 11, 2025
Message to Madame de Bourrienne on the 20th of March Napoleon's nocturnal entrance into Paris General Becton sent to my family by Caulaincourt Recollection of old persecutions General Driesen Solution of an enigma Seals placed on my effects Useless searches Persecution of women Madame de Stael and Madame de Recamier Paris during the Hundred Days The federates and patriotic songs Declaration of the Plenipotentiaries at Vienna.
On the morning of the 21st General Becton, who has since been the victim of his mad enterprises, called at my house and requested to speak with me and Madame de Bourrienne. He was received by my wife's sister and brothers, and stated that he came from M. de Caulaincourt to renew the assurances of safety which had already been given to me.
I do not pretend to say whether this alienation of mind was caused by the occurrence I have just related, and the account of which I received from Josephine. She was deeply afflicted at what had passed. Father Berton died insane. What I heard from Josephine was afterwards confirmed by the brother of Father Becton.
He then commenced breakfast, without telling Father Becton to sit down, although a third plate had been laid for him. Father Becton stood behind his old pupil's chair apparently confounded at his violence. The scene produced such an effect on the old man that he became incapable of discharging his duties at Compiegne. He retired to Rheims, and his intellect soon after became deranged.
"Well, I must say you're not very flattering, Mr. Becton, anyway." Becton would have liked to answer her according to her cattishness, with a good clawing sarcasm that would leave its smart in her pride; but he was being good, and he could not change all at once. Besides, the girl's attitude under the social honor done her interested him.
"My dear boy, they haven't got the genius of organization. It takes a very masculine man for that a man who combines the most subtle and refined sympathies with the most forceful purposes and the most ferruginous will-power. Which his name is Angus Beaton, and here he sets!" The others laughed with Fulkerson at his gross burlesque of flattery, and Becton frowned sheepishly.
"I never think whether she's pretty or not," said Becton, with dreamy, affectation. "She is merely perfect. Does she know your brother?" "So she says. I didn't suppose Conrad ever went anywhere, except to tenement-houses." "It might have been there," Becton suggested. "She goes among friendless people everywhere." "Maybe that's the reason she came to see us!" said Christine.
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