In the private study of Louis XVI.

he stopped short.
"Here's where we will live, Bourrienne," he said, suddenly, as if the latter had followed him through the mental labyrinth in which he wandered, following the thread of Ariadne which we call thought.

"Yes, we will lodge here; the Third Consul can have the Pavilion of Flora, and Cambaceres will remain at the Chancellerie." "In that way," said Bourrienne, "when the time comes, you will have only one to turn out." "Come, come," said Bonaparte, catching Bourrienne by the ear, "that's not bad." "When shall we move in, general ?" asked Bourrienne.
"Oh, not to-morrow; it will take at least a week to prepare the Parisians to see me leave the Luxembourg for the Tuileries." "Eight days," exclaimed Bourrienne; "that will do." "Especially if we begin at once.

Come, Bourrienne, to the Luxembourg." With the rapidity that characterized all his movements when serious matters were in question, he passed through the suites of apartments he had already visited, ran down the stairs, and sprang into the carriage, calling out: "To the Luxembourg!" "Wait, wait," cried Bourrienne, still in the vestibule; "general, won't you wait for me ?" "Laggard!" exclaimed Bonaparte.

And the carriage started, as it had come, at a gallop.
When Bonaparte re-entered his study he found the minister of police awaiting him.
"Well, what now, citizen Fouche?
You look upset.