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His friends made no reply to this boyish outburst; but, when the military school was reached, Monsieur Permon followed Napoleon into the parlor. "Napoleon," he said, "at your age one is not furious against the world unless he has particular reason." "And are not my sister's tears a reason, sir, when I cannot remedy their cause?" Napoleon answered with emotion.
"You know, Madame, that Lucie de Montluc leaves the school in eight days." "I did not know it, Eliza," Madame Permon said, keeping back a smile; "but if that so overcomes you, then am I sorry too." "Oh, no, Madame'" Eliza said, just a bit indignant at being misunderstood; "it is not her leaving that makes me cry; but, you see, on the day she goes away her class will give her a good by supper."
Have they been scolding you here?" "No, madame," Eliza replied in a low tone. "Are you afraid they may? Have you trouble with your lessons?" persisted Madame Permon. With the same dejected air, Eliza answered as before, "No, madame." "But what, then, is the matter, my dear?" cried Madame Permon; "such red eyes mean much crying." Eliza was silent. "Come, Eliza!"
But he put on his uniform of lieutenant, and in high spirits set off to visit his friends, the Permons. They lived in a house on one of the river streets Monsieur and Madame Permon, and their two daughters, Cecilia and Laura. Now, both these daughters were little girls, and as ready to see the funny side of things as little girls usually are.
He ruled with a stern but kindly discipline, and put a heavy hand on those who had despotic tendencies. Helena, has been generous enough to say many kind things of him in her memoirs. She is very fond of repeating in her memoirs that Napoleon proposed marriage to her mother, Madame Permon, who was herself a Corsican and knew the Bonaparte family well.
If the Duchesse d'Abrantès be worthy of any credence, he was very influential, and displayed great activity with the authorities during the seventh and eighth, running hither, thither, everywhere, to secure redress for an illegal domiciliary visit which her mother, Mme. Permon, had received on the seventh.
Repent, and above all, appreciate my motives. This I deserve, for they are noble and generous." In these words to the political refugee he employs the familiar republican "thou"; in the peroration, addressed, like the introduction, to the lady herself, he recurs to the polite and distant "you." "Mme. Permon, my good wishes go with you as with your child.
"Madame de Permon and I are on our way to the Academy of St. Cyr, to see your sister Eliza. Would you not like to go with us, Napoleon? I have permission for you to be absent" Napoleon brightened at this invitation, and gladly accepted it. The two proceeded to the carriage, in which Madame Permon was awaiting them; and the three were soon on the road to the school of St.
Napoleon was silent; and Monsieur Permon, remembering the trouble that had weighed Eliza down, concluded also that some such trial might be a part of Napoleon's school-life. "Let me help you, my boy," he said. At this unexpected proposition Napoleon flushed deeply; then the red tinge paled into the sallow one again, and he responded, "I thank you, sir, but I do not need it."
Cyr, in which, as I have told you, Eliza Bonaparte was a scholar. They were ushered into the parlor, and Eliza was summoned. She soon appeared; but she entered the room slowly and disconsolately; her eyes were red with crying. Eliza was evidently in trouble. "Why, Eliza, my dear child, what is the matter?" Madame Permon exclaimed, drawing the girl toward her. "You have been crying.
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