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There he reappeared, not in the threadbare uniform that had attracted the giggling notice of that giddy throng, but as the lion of the society which his talents had saved. His previous attempts to gain the hand of a lady had been unsuccessful. He had been refused, first by Mlle. Clary, sister of his brother Joseph's wife, and quite recently by Madame Permon.
But he drew it out as quickly. His pocket was empty. Mortified and angry, he stamped his foot in despair. But no one noticed this pantomime. "How much, my dear, is necessary to quiet this great sorrow?" Madame Permon asked of Eliza with a smile. Eliza looked into her good friend's eyes. "Oh, Madame! it is an immense sum," she replied,
They live in an insolent luxury; and whoever cannot imitate them," here Napoleon dashed a hand to his forehead, "Oh, it is to die of humiliation!" "At your age, my Napoleon, one submits and blames no one," said Monsieur Permon, smiling, in spite of himself, at the boy's desperation. "At my age' yes, sir," Napoleon rejoined, as if keeping back some great thought.
The Convention committees were disbanded, their artillerymen were temporarily dismissed, and the constitution of 1793 was abolished. The friendly home of Mme. Permon was almost the only resort of Buonaparte, who, though disillusioned, was still a Jacobin.
So when Lieutenant Napoleon Bonaparte, aged sixteen, came into the room, proud of his new uniform, and feeling that he looked very smart, Laura glanced at Cecilia, and Cecilia smiled at Laura, and then both girls began to laugh. Madam Permon glanced at them reprovingly, while welcoming the young lieutenant with pleasant words.
His worst fears were realized when the influence of the Mountain was wiped out, Carnot, the organizer of victory, as he had been styled, being the only one of all the old leaders to escape. Salicetti was too prominent a partizan to be overlooked by the angry burghers. For a time he was concealed by Mme. Permon in her Paris home.
"Hush! take it, and say nothing," she said; for, above all, she did not wish her action to be seen by Napoleon. For Madame Permon well knew the sensitive pride of the Bonaparte children. Soon after they left the school; and when once they were within the carriage Napoleon's ill-humor burst forth, in spite of himself. "Was ever anything more humiliating?" he cried; "was ever anything more unjust?
Permon, I loved you, and could have ruined the rival who is your protégé with a clear conscience, for he once did me foul wrong, as he will acknowledge. But farewell. I bear you no grudge. Or else it may announce another change in the political weather by the veering of the cock. As a good citizen, despising the horrors of the past, I could have denounced you, Salicetti.
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