Yet--yet she had a world of her own; and reading Napoleon's impassioned letters to his wife, written with how great homage! in the flow of the tide washing to famous battle-fields, an exultation of ambition inspired her, and the genius of her distinguished ancestors set her heart beating hard.

Presently, her face alive with feeling, a furnace in her eyes, she repeated a paragraph from Napoleon's letters to Josephine: The enemy have lost, my dearest, eighteen thousand men, prisoners, killed, and wounded.

Wurmzer has nothing left but to throw himself into Mantua.

I hope soon to be in your arms.

I love you to distraction.