"Jealous! I was mistaken; he is not a Spartan, he is an Athenian!" As Bonaparte had said, his friends were growing impatient.

During the hour that had elapsed since the decree had been posted, the salon, the anterooms, and the courtyard had been crowded.

The first person Bonaparte met at the head of the staircase was his compatriot, Colonel Sebastiani, then commanding the 9th Dragoons.
"Ah! is that you, Sebastiani ?" said Bonaparte.

"Where are your men ?" "In line along the Rue de la Victoire, general." "Well disposed ?" "Enthusiastic! I distributed among them ten thousand cartridges which I had in store." "Yes; but you had no right to draw those cartridges out without an order from the commandant of Paris.

Do you know that you have burned your vessels, Sebastiani ?" "Then take me into yours, general.