"Of course you know," said he, "that the Emperor of Russia is mad." "Is it that letter that makes you think so, my lord ?" asked Bonaparte.
"No; but it confirms my opinion." "It was a madman who gave Henry VI.

of Lancaster the crown of Saint-Louis, and the blazon of England still bears--until I scratch them out with my sword--the fleur-de-lis of France." Sir John smiled; his national pride revolted at this assumption in the conqueror of the Pyramids.
"But," said Bonaparte, "that is not the question to-day; everything in its own time." "Yes," murmured Sir John, "we are too near Aboukir." "Oh, I shall never defeat you at sea," said Bonaparte; "it would take fifty years to make France a maritime nation; but over there," and he motioned with his hand to the East, "at the present moment, I repeat, that the question is not war but peace.

I must have peace to accomplish my dream, and, above all, peace with England.

You see, I play aboveboard; I am strong enough to speak frankly.

If the day ever comes when a diplomatist tells the truth, he will be the first diplomatist in the world; for no one will believe him, and he will attain, unopposed, his ends." "Then I am to tell my uncle that you desire peace." "At the same time letting him know that I do not fear war.