Part 29 (1/2)
”In the name of the Directory:”
”Barkas.”
”We shall set out at once!” exclaimed Bonaparte, radiant with joy.
”In order to arrive together with the courier?” asked Josephine, laughing, ”and to lose all the triumphs which the grateful country is preparing for you? No, my impatient friend, you will patiently remain to-day by the side of your Josephine and we shall start only to-morrow.
Do you promise it?”
”Well, be it so!” he exclaimed, glowing with excitement, ”we will set out to-morrow for Paris. My task in Italy is accomplished; if it please G.o.d, there will be new work for me at Paris.”
”Your enemies will soon find means to drive you away from the capital, if you should be incautious, and if they should fear lest your presence might become dangerous to themselves. Nothing is more dangerous to small, insignificant souls than a great man. Remember that, my friend, and do not irritate them.”
Bonaparte eagerly grasped her hand. ”Believe me,” he said, in a low voice, ”as soon as I have reached Paris, I shall know what line of policy I must pursue hereafter. Two years shall not elapse ere the whole ridiculous republican edifice will be overthrown.” [Footnote: ”Memoires d'un Homme d'Etat,” vol. v., p. 60.] ”And then,” exclaimed Josephine, joyfully, ”when you have accomplished that--when you stand as a victorious general on the ruins of the republic--you will reestablish the throne over them, I hope?”
”Yes, I will reestablish the throne,” [Footnote: Bonaparte's own words.--”Memoires d'un Homme d'Etat,” vol. v., p. 70.] said Bonaparte, enthusiastically.
”And your arm will place upon this throne him to whom this throne is due. Oh, my generous and n.o.ble friend, what a heavenly day it will be when the King of France by your side makes his solemn entry into Paris, for you will recall the legitimate king, Louis XVIII., from his exile.”
Bonaparte stared at her in amazement. ”Do you really believe that?” he asked, with a peculiar smile.
”I have no doubt of it,” she said, innocently. ”Bonaparte can do whatever he wishes to do. He has overthrown thrones in Italy, he can reestablish the throne in France. I repeat, Bonaparte can do whatever he wishes to do.”
”And do you know, then, you little fool, do you know what I really wish to do?” he asked. ”I wish to be the great regulator of the destinies of Europe, or the first citizen of the globe. I feel that I have the strength to overthrow every thing and to found a new world. The astonished universe shall bow to me and be compelled to submit to my laws. Then I shall make the villains tremble, who wished to keep me away from my country. [Footnote: Le Normand, vol. 1., p. 347.] I have made the beginning already, and this miserable government has to call me back to Paris notwithstanding its own secret hostility. Soon it shall be nothing but a tool in my hands, and when I do not need this tool any longer, I shall destroy it. This government of lawyers has oppressed France long enough. It is high time for us to drive it away.” [Footnote: ”Memoires d'un Homme d'Etat,” vol. v., p. 70.]
”Hush, Bonaparte, for G.o.d's sake, hus.h.!.+” said Josephine, anxiously. ”Let no one here suspect your plans, for we are surrounded in this house by austere and rabid republicans, who, if they had heard your words, would arraign you as a criminal before the Directory. Intrust your plans to no one except myself, Bonaparte. Before the world remain as yet a most enthusiastic republican, and only when the decisive hour has come, throw off your tunic and exhibit your royal uniform!”
Bonaparte smiled, and encircled her neck with his arms.
”Yes, you are right,” he said; ”we must be taciturn. We must bury our most secret thoughts in the deepest recesses of our souls, and intrust them to no one, not even to the beloved. But come, Josephine, I owe you my thanks yet for the joyful tidings you have brought me. You must permit me to make you a few little presents in return.”
”Give me your confidence, and I am abundantly rewarded,” said Josephine, tenderly.
”Henceforth I shall never, never distrust you,” he replied, affectionately. ”We belong to each other, and no power of earth or heaven is able to separate us. You are mine and I am thine; and what is mine being thine, you must permit me to give you a trinket sent to me to-day by the city of Milan.”
”A trinket?” exclaimed Josephine, with radiant eyes; ”let me see it. Is it a beautiful one?”
Bonaparte smiled. ”Yes, beautiful in the eyes of those to whom glory seems more precious than diamonds and pearls,” he said, stepping to the table from which he took a small morocco casket. ”See,” he said, opening it, ”it is a gold medal which the city of Milan has caused to be struck in my honor, and on which it confers upon me the t.i.tle of 'The Italian.'”
”Give it to me,” exclaimed Josephine, joyfully--”give it to me, my 'Italian!' Let me wear this precious trinket which public favor has bestowed upon you.”
”Public favor,” he said, musingly--”public favor, it is light as zephyr, as fickle as the seasons, it pa.s.ses away like the latter, and when the north wind moves it, it will disappear.” [Footnote: Le Normand, vol. i., p. 261.]
He was silent, but proceeded after a short pause in a less excited manner.
”As to my deeds,” he said, ”the pen of history will trace them for our grandchildren. Either I shall have lived for a century, or I shall earn for all my great exploits nothing but silence and oblivion. Who is able to calculate the whims and predilections of history?” [Footnote: Ibid., vol. i, p. 262.]
He paused again, and became absorbed in his reflections.
Josephine did not venture to arouse him from his musing. She fixed her eyes upon the large gold medal, and tried to decipher the inscription.
Bonaparte suddenly raised his head again, and turned his gloomy eyes toward Josephine. ”I suppose you know,” he said, ”that I have always greatly distinguished the Duke of Litalba among all Milanese, and that I have openly courted his friends.h.i.+p?”