My wife did not entertain so favourable an opinion of him as I did; the warm friendship I cherished for him probably blinded me to his faults.

I subjoin Madame de Bourrienne's notes, word for word: On the day after our second return from Germany, which was in May 1795, we mat Bonaparte in the Palais Royal, near a shop kept by a man named Girardin.

Bonaparte embraced Bourrienne as a friend whom he loved and was glad to see.

We went that evening to the Theatre Francais.

The performance consisted of a tragedy; and 'Le Sourd, ou l'Auberge pleine'.
During the latter piece the audience was convulsed with laughter.