You don't believe me.

Well, I invite you to come and see me there, three months hence, and if you like pastorals, we'll do one together.

Now, au revoir! I leave you with Joseph, and, in spite of your refusal, I shall expect you at the Tuileries.

Hark! Our friends are becoming impatient." They were shouting: "Vive Bonaparte!" Bernadotte paled slightly.

Bonaparte noticed this pallor.
"Ah, ha," he muttered.