"Hush! take it, and say nothing," she said; for, above all, she did not wish her action to be seen by Napoleon.

For Madame Permon well knew the sensitive pride of the Bonaparte children.
Soon after they left the school; and when once they were within the carriage Napoleon's ill-humor burst forth, in spite of himself.
"Was ever anything more humiliating ?" he cried; "was ever anything more unjust?
See how it is with that poor child.

The rich and poor are placed together, and the poor must suffer or be pensioners.

Is it not abominable, the way these schools of St.Cyr and the Paris military are run?
Two dollars for a scholars' picnic in a place where no child is supposed to have money.

It is enormous!" His friends made no reply to this boyish outburst; but, when the military school was reached, Monsieur Permon followed Napoleon into the parlor.
"Napoleon," he said, "at your age one is not furious against the world unless he has particular reason." "And are not my sister's tears a reason, sir, when I cannot remedy their cause ?" Napoleon answered with emotion.
"But when I came here for you," said Monsieur Permon, "you, too, appeared angry, as if some trouble had occurred between yourself and your schoolfellows." "I am unfortunate, sir, not to be able to conceal my feelings," said Napoleon; "but it does seem as if the boys here delighted in making me feel my poverty.